Here's what went on in February: I turned thirty-five years old. The idea of turning 35 started cracking me up last Thanksgiving for reasons I'm still unsure of - my uncle was praying to Jesus and while that was going on I was bouncing thoughts around my brain container and got elbowed by my mother because I started laughing my ass during the praying because turning 35 seemed hilarious to me.
Thirty-five years old is almost exactly like 33 and 34 were - with one strong exception. For reasons I won't go into - 35 actually seems like I'm going some place whereas 33 and 34 turned into something of me being mired in bullshit. Being mired in bullshit is great if you like that kind of thing but I in no way deal with bullshit well. At 35 it now feels like I've placed myself in good positions. So really, you know, yeah.
February was also full of hustling and artwork and discussions of what next.