After smoking too much he entered another world and lived another life. He seemed to be there for years and went about his business as usual. At some point he completely forgot about the world that existed before. Back “home” he sat on a couch for a few minutes with his eyes shut, apparently sleeping. Time did its thing and stretched itself.
They may be energy sucking vampires, but they sure are cute and they are all I got. I mean, I got pretty wife with a good job and a stinky dog and fat cat and mom and a dad and brothers and a sister and fridge full of food and liquor on tap and plenty of smoke and a dozen guitars and a nice house on a nice street near the downtown of a great city. But yeah…what? I got plenty, but I’m alone with these two little maniacs a lot. I’m thankful, but also a little crazy now. Had to be fun crazy and now maybe not so much. It’s real crazy now. But I keep it under control. These two will likely never know. I shouldn’t even be admitting to it now but this is what this makes me do. So, like, don’t lecture me on all I got. I’m working though this whole life thing just like everyone else. Don’t make me start naming all you got. I used to know almost all the people on this tumblr thing. I was OG on this shit. I know a few OGs are still out there.
It’s almost 9-11. You know what that means…Yep. My birthday. Three-niz-ine. Like a porcupizine. Almost over this fucking hill. Then I coast. What should I do tomorrow? I hope they show video footage of planes crashing into buildings on the telecomputerfriendmachines. Maybe this time they will bounce off. Don’t worry, guys…we won’t forget. Celebrating it like the Super Bowl is getting weird. I think I saw it with Roman numerals the other day. IX-XI XV.
