if you're going to be crazy, you have to get paid for it or else you're going to be locked up.

so then you lose everything

bam

just like that.

no one has patience for the hell you're going through.

an old friend has recently come back into my life.

yeah, i still have those. i'm surpised too.

i was honest. i told this new old friend i was a tyrant. i told this new old friend that no one likes me, not really. i told this new old friend why. exactly why. honestly why.

this new old friend quoted hunter s. back at me, and suddenly i remembered why this new old friend was my friend to begin with.




in other news i, as always, am uninvited to a blowout where i am almost sure the demise of something important is going to be plotted. an under(the)cover agent who is notorious for showing their face at such functions will most likely play the part as the drunken sexual predator and a wasted psuedo rockstar of backwoods origin will exchange my soul for a blowjob, as that is the way of things in the world.

i still don't like any of you.