Back to The Fear
Tomorrow I'm heading back to Gresham. I really liked spending time with everyone down here, I always do, and now I'm faced with the daunting task of packing up and shrugging my way back to an unforgiving, strip-mall invested no man's land. A pentacle of fear and profound disgust. I'd have to say the only thing more fun than living in Gresham is lighting yourself on fire. So here I go, the vacation is over, time to get back to business. No more free food. No more free electricity. No more doing what I want. Back to responsibility, order, and waking up at son-of-a-bitch-seven-O'clock. It's 2007 damn it. I need to get myself together.