six years on. and if i remember right, around about four years ago on the 2nd anniversary i was questioning things. it's amazing how smack will let you put up with no end of shite, as long as u keep getting fixed up five times a day. drove out to nebo and mt glorious yesterday, work forgot to pay me sat morning so sold second copies of books and went without all weekend.
kinda glad i got paid not, as i probably would've scored. where did all the anger and strength go? Where did all my newborn's insight disappear to. On the way to work this morning I saw this girl Courtney sitting outside the homeless shelter, drinking coffee. Across the orad there is sun and warmth but she sat in the cold wind drinking coffee. S knew her as a croupier at the Treasury. Good place to meet h dealers I guess. She's slid down the h hill v quickly, latest boyfriend in jail.
taking 2mg vals for a slightly altered outlook on life. am i an IT professional or a drug fiend? depends who u ask i guess.