i walk into a silent box, nothing buzzing or humming with life. i set my keys down, empty my pockets (cigs, weed, lighter, wallet, and gameboy) and i take a seat. and i sit there. in the silence.
i'm so glad i'm me sometimes. maybe i'm cocky or concieted, but when i walk into a room there is no doubt in my mind that i'm the best thing in there. smartest. best looking. most funny. possibly best dressed.
when i was a kid i used to wish for a chance to touch a cloud and see what it felt like. or i'd do math to figure out how many times i'd have to live my WHOLE SIX YEARS over again just to be able to drive, or drink, or move out. it seemed impossible to get that old.
i try not to keep track of numbers anymore. i just have what i have and buy what i can, here and there. i pay back on my debts... eventually. fuck em in the end. take me to collections. you want my money? get the fuck in line.
anyways i thought i was gonna work late as fuck tonight, now it's barely the afternoon, and i'm fucking coooool chillin.
two vicodens? i agree. nite nite.
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