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Speedie's house. Party tonight. Ought to be interesting. Me and Rachell are moving in three weeks. Out of Delta away from all this bullshit. Until we move and realize the same bullshit is everywhere we go. Oh well at least I can lie to myself. I'm off of probation now. I'm just a stoned loser like I was before. So you can all make fun of me and tell me how much I suck.How much everything sucks. BUt not everything sucks.
I'm making a scrapbook of all the ex girlfriends I should have killed and I'm just going to set it on fire. I'm going riding with Speedie soon. Too bad Rusty never rides anymore. He should just start doing pushups now while he still has a year to practice being tough and important. Life is like a haze sometimes I never know where I'm going to end up in the morning let alone five years from now. You can't predict the fututre. You have to ride it out. You have to wait and see where you go and look back only to realize what you should have done. Bittersweet irony. Enjoy your lives everyone. I probably will never talk to any of you ever again. Except Camill and Renee and maybe a couple people who actually read this. The rest of you. I hope you become what you want to be. i hope you do what you think is right and I hope you become something more than a one frame slug. More than some suit wearing yes man. More than a wreckless heartbreaker addicted to drugs in the heart of a wasteland. More than just what society says is right. Goodbye.
I'm making a scrapbook of all the ex girlfriends I should have killed and I'm just going to set it on fire. I'm going riding with Speedie soon. Too bad Rusty never rides anymore. He should just start doing pushups now while he still has a year to practice being tough and important. Life is like a haze sometimes I never know where I'm going to end up in the morning let alone five years from now. You can't predict the fututre. You have to ride it out. You have to wait and see where you go and look back only to realize what you should have done. Bittersweet irony. Enjoy your lives everyone. I probably will never talk to any of you ever again. Except Camill and Renee and maybe a couple people who actually read this. The rest of you. I hope you become what you want to be. i hope you do what you think is right and I hope you become something more than a one frame slug. More than some suit wearing yes man. More than a wreckless heartbreaker addicted to drugs in the heart of a wasteland. More than just what society says is right. Goodbye.