I work a very interesting job.  I labor at a place that maybe even Donald Trump himslef would be privelaged to own.  When you get down to the basic fundementals, I work in a box located in the Ward Parkway parking lot...accross from TJ Max, which in fact got robbed a week back.  In many stressed sessions, I make snow cones.  I know what you're thinking.  Why the hell is Tim York, rockstar, making snow cones and well, if you asked me to give a simple reason, I could tell you benefits, but of course I would be completely lying to your face.  It's about family.   I have it all at LuLu's Hawaiian Ice.  They treat me like I'm apart of the gang and quite frankly, they're just plain, great, American people.  I'm not saying all this to be funny, or to reap some kind of golden plack to place neatly by my track awards, but I'm merely trying to give you a vew into a simple home-grown, American boy's life to show you that life is not all about being "rockstars" or "movie gods", but about adding enough flavour, to the snow cone....that's a metaphore people, look into them. 

This is what goes through my mind at 4 am.  I'm being so sarcastic haha

I'm done with Transit now. 

But starting something new like a new job vallet parking at the Mariot Hotel down town.  maybe I am starting adulthood, but I don't think I will so fast. 

I wanna live life and always be true.

I wanna live life and be good to you.

I wanna live in a wooden house

where making more friends would be easy.

I wanna live where the sun comes out.