Hello dear readers(all four of you.) It has been some time since my last posting. Allow me to give you a rundown of my last few months. St. Patty's Day, March Madness, won some money on sports, lost more money on sports. Didn't do any drugs to speak of, saw two nights of Panic in Asheville with the Spurgeons, then did some drugs to speak of. Made out with a couple girls, fell in love with all of them, listened to a bunch of Willie, and discovered video games. oh yeah, and there was Christmas and what not.
I wish I had a funny anecdote to share, but unfortunately I do not. I could talk about the late nights, the self loathing and the weepy evenings alone with Hank. But that would be depressing. My life, it seems these days, is much like a drunken treadmill. Always moving but never moving forward. Or a spinning tire in mud. Lots of smoke and rocking, but no progress. For basically the last 15 years. There was once a light at the end of the tunnel. Then the light turned into a whore and fucked my best friend. C'est la vie. I've gotten over it, but it's even worse now. I realized tonight, as a lovely women was straddling my pasty torso, that I am still not over this girl. It's only been three years so, you know that's understandable.
I have played Knight in Shining Armor for another feminine friend who has been getting her ass beat by some total douchebag. He wants to kill me for calling him out on it. Well, fuck you pal. You can't hit girls. I don't care about all of your fucking degrees, you 'roided out faggot. That being said, this may be my last post, as he will kill me because he is a fucking lunatic.
...if the law or gravity don't get me first. Damn the torpedoes. Full speed ahead!
PS
It's not all doom and gloom at Tomache. www.wwoz.org Streaming radio station from New Orleans. Think of it as WDVX with horns. Listen to it NOW.
Godspeed,
HMC
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