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it’s been 2 years since my motorcycle accident. This is what I posted on Facebook today

I wake up every morning. It’s usually late since I go to bed at 4am. I just lie in my bed for a while and think, “I know I can only feel it on half my body, but this is a comfy ass bed, the most comfy bed I’ve ever laid in.” I get out of bed and go in the bathroom. Brush my teeth, don’t brush my hair, wash my face. I can only see slightly above the sink, “Haha I’m super short, but at least I’m pretty.” #blessed. I go back to my room, get dressed, put on boxers and pants and a shirt. I have to lift my legs up, with my arms, to put on shoes and socks. I can’t move my legs, I can’t feel from my chest down, but I get to opportunity to choose from 150 DOPE ASS NIKES. #ihavesickshoesbuticantfeelmylegs.  So I roll down my driveway. Get in my car. Every time I have to get in my car I have to take my wheelchair apart. The wheels go in the back seat, the frame rides shotgun. Yes, I’m tired of it. Yes, it sucks. But you know what doesn’t suck? Swagon. My car is soooooo dope. I love it more than anything. I drive with my hands, it’s like a rocket ship. I go to the gym. I roll in, past the leg press. “Not gonna be using that today.” But it’s ok, I can chest press. I can do tricep dips. I do them in front of a mirror and at full extension I’m standing. My legs are skinny, there isn’t any life in them. It makes me sad. My upper body though… God damn (listen to Ace Hood) Who needs legs when your shoulders look like Dwight Howard’s. I go home. Pack up my camera bag. An insanely hot girl shows up in the studio. We leave. We go make a video or take pictures. It’s hard. I usually have to have her carry a piece of equipment and throw my wheelchair in the back of my car. It sucks that I have to have her do this, but at the same time it’s amazing that I have homies who care about me so much. Thanks @thehomies! 
Last night I asked my friend Lodemo if I should write about the accident. I woke up and saw that my dad made a status and my friend Spartan texted me saying I was in his thoughts today, and Ben just made a status. Thank you, guys. I just want the wheelchair hype to end. I don’t want to be known as that guy who’s in a wheelchair, like that shit doesn’t matter anymore. So here I am, went to bed at 4, woke up at 11:30, writing, for what’s probably the last time, about my life in a wheelchair. Last year I made a status about how I had already gotten to do so many dope things in my life before the accident. That I was already happy with my life and it wasn’t a big deal that I was paralyzed. But a year after that status, two years after the accident that paralyzed me, I’m back to beasting it every day like the accident never happened. I still drive, I still take pictures, I still hook up with girls, I still have dope friends, I’m still hot, I’m still funny, I’m still creative. I'm more creative. I also saw Kanye. My friends have forgotten about the wheelchair. They forget to grab it out of my car when we go places sometimes and I love it. If there is a curb, I get a boost up it. If there are stairs I get carried up. Nothing really stops me anymore. Every day, instead of focusing on not being able to walk, not being able to feel, having to worry about things non stop, I focus on my bed, on my face, on my hair, on my shoes, my car, my friends, on Kanye. And it’s dope because it’s not “Your car is sick for a dude in a wheelchair,” it’s just sick. I’m not “Hot for a guy in a wheelchair,” I’m just freaking pretty. I have cool sneakers, I have hot friends, I take good pictures and make beast videos not only for a guy in a wheelchair, but because I’m just really good at it. I have so much dope shit in my life, and rather than being pissed and sad about something I can’t control (the lack of ability to move my legs), I try to be the best at everything I can control. 
My attitude pisses people off. People tell me it does, I have soooo many haters. I totally understand, but this is how I chose to deal with this accident. This “I’m a beast” mentality has been the driving force behind my progression as a person in a wheelchair and my immense success in rehabilitating my body. I have this ego, this infamous ego, that has given me a reputation among my friends, family, the valley, even a small portion of the Internet. This ego has partially ruined some of my relationships with some friends, family, members of the valley, and a small portion of the Internet. But I have one thing to say about my ego: (imma switch it up a little Yeezy) with my ego, I can SIT here in a Speedo and still be looked at like a fucking hero. I have a long life ahead of me. Every day I’m gonna be the biggest beast ever. 
So I shoot with this girl, download the pics, upload to Instagram, get some likes. Take a shower, brush my teeth, get in bed. As I fall asleep, I think about the awesome day I had, about my awesome shoes and car and arms and girls and pictures. The positive in my life outweighs the negative and I’m so grateful for that. As I’m lying there, I have my final thought before falling asleep. “This is a comfy ass bed.” There’s not a lot I can’t do, just a shitload of haven’t done shit I yet #inspiration #WEOUTHERE