Of First?

So, it is hellishly early. 

I woke to piss at about four, and couldn't get back asleep. 

Here I am. 

Uhh, 

I am Justin. 

Here is a first, and sort of intro of sorts:

Eric Justin Bravo was born. 

He's a boy. 

He's mexican. 

He lives in the worst state, in the least-interesting part of it. 

He plans to move after gaining an AA. 

He's a lot of things. 

He's unemployed. 

He's had sleeping trouble since the 7th grade. 

Here we are.

He hates the name Eric. 

He plays a purple Fender bass. 

And writes things that may never see the light of day. 

Here we are. 

In the early dawn. 

Light of day. 

Here we are.

Mission Accomplished. 

He hasn't died yet. 

I stole that concept from Mr. Conor Oberst. Oops. I badly need to fix my bike, shave, get a job.

Do do, what will you do?

Listening to my thousand-song iTunes library right now, one of my favorite Dresden Dolls songs came on, "The Time Has Come." Weird, I've been thinking of that song lately. 

He applies song lyrics to his life. 

Relate, foo'. 

"All of my bind ambition left me deaf with perfect vision." - Amanda Palmer 

THANKS, I need to make shit/stuff happen. I know what I want to happen. 

Just Do it. 

Thanks, Nike. 

-ejb