sometimes I think about it.
If shit would have gone any other way, I’d probably be dead.
Yes , I’m talking about myself, it’s a fuckin diary, that’s where you talk about yourself.
Even shit deals, even hard-headed nature and recklessness.
Nah, I would have died. Any degree of success, any degree of oppurtunity, anything.
If I didn’t get shit cards?,,hmmmm , I would not be.
I think back to love and drugs. Both are dangerous if your hand slips off the wheel.Seriously though, love will fuck you up worse, and I’m not playing victim…but the concept of “emotional intelligence”
tough lessons man. That’s all it is. Long stories of slow learning, boring, droning.
I don’t care about critique. I welcome it and there’s shit in my shoes.
here’s a funny advertisement I found for gas station dick pills. Whomever crafted this work of art, I tip my hat to you sir. Genius.
dawn 