Here I am again, crying at the same street corner.

[131dbs]

Well, I'm not crying, per say. Although I am sad. I'm also not on a street corner, and even if I were, chances are I wouldn't recognize it, thus voiding the idea that I've been there before. Drew would say, on the other hand, that I just "smoke too much". But he's a bastard, and I win.

Anyway, tonight was one of those nights when you stop for some reason and think, "I'm going to raid the fuck out of the kitchen later."

Now, since I am properly fed and sedated, I'm off to bed.
~dB