Yeah. It's like some kind of admittance again? I notice I keep a lot more secrets now that I did...and I love it. Well the anonymity of it is great. I swear you'd think I was a Pablo or Frank...down in Columbia with so many women of dark intent. Wait...What?
Yeah. I dont know where this one's going, who gives a fuck. If your here after all this time...then you know a lot of this shit turns into years and years of ranting, sleeping on a bed without covers, living a struggle because you see your own frailty. Yeah. That and I have a farmer's tan ffs. When am I going to get a full tan? when I go back to my Dracula schedule? Then the only tan you get is on the off chance you drive nine hundred miles with an arm hanging out the window...listening to disco while throwing up ludes and MacDonald's hot dogs all over the i 55.
So yeah, one day we will have some good shit to come home to. We will have that dream. Yeah. Right. But hey you gotta sleep to dream.