Every morning the sun rises from behind the hills, and, glowing with warmth and life, lies to my face. A new day has begun, but within this day lives the same cynicism, the same egoism, and the same dim remorse…
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The Empty Promise of a Brand New Day, Back Story Pt.1
Tagged with: Benji, Camile, Charlie Murphy, Debora Fanning, Drugs, Hell Is For Childrem, Jail, Old Folks Home, PARANOIA, Sugarbear, Taco Night, The Wall, Violence
Posted in Drugs, Minimum Security, Misadventure, Work
Posted in Drugs, Minimum Security, Misadventure, Work
The Way-Fucked Circle of Life
It’s fucking crazy to think that sending a guy like ME to an old folks’ home is going to do ANYBODY any good at ALL. My court appearance went off without a hitch. Processed like meat, cleansed of disease, stamped…
Don’t Come Crawling
Why hello, Camile. I didn’t expect to see you back so soon. But first: last Saturday morning Handsome Hanson made a return appearance. He shocked the shit out of me by saying it looks like I’m going to graduate. He…
Patrice
I hooked up with Patrice a week ago Sunday night, completely by accident. Before I go any further, let me say this: Patrice is a sneak and a liar, and anything you hear from her is complete bullshit. If Patrice…
I Am Screwed and I Don’t Really Care
I’ve got a shrink that I go to. I’ve gone through several of them, and mostly I just hate their stinking guts and don’t bother going back, but eventually dear old dad will have a conniption and find me a…
Hell Is For Children 