December 2008
and at the end of the day,
the only person I have to answer to:
myself.
not taking on more than I can chew.
because I’d still rather make a buck than run amok.
so don’t talk to me about substance and wrong decisions.
because nursing a bottle does nothing fill your wallet,
nor your mind.
all in a days work, I suppose.
hasn’t been a night in weeks where I didn’t
stay up all night thinking...
life.
i wonder, will it take me under?
the age of consent, finally. old enough to stroll into the gas station and pick up a pack of 27s, a playboy, and my very own 40oz on the way back to have legal sex with the one who keeps me warm at night, even if he steals the covers.
but still trying to prove that i’m a responsible person; doesn’t seem to do any good, go figure.
and none of this is...