I think you're the only person left on my friends list. Just you.
Finally finished the book. Getting published in February, by Sun Dog Press. 70 + poems/short stories will make up the entire book. Ugh. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I'm in a rock and a hard place here....I'm out of work again. Out there walking the streets, catching the bus, and trying to get things happening. It's been really hectic. Moved into my Dad's house, he got mad & kicked me out, so we(my girlfriend & I) had to move everything to my mother's apartment. Oh man. It's like a madhouse over there. Dogs barking, my Mom shrieking, stuff piled high, and just knick knacks EVERYWHERE. There's no room to stretch out and just RELAX. None. It's the most stressful environment imaginable. Any time I try to get her to move stuff or put it away, she just says, 'I'm getting to it.' We have to share a twin-sized bed, which we both wont fit on, so last night I had to sleep on the floor. It's a fucking panic attack, within a nightmare, wrapped in the pretty black paper of depression. Rachael and I keep arguing. She just stormed out the front door, got in her car, and drove away. I cant wait until I'm able to do that. To have that option of just getting up and going somewhere else. Goddamn. I wish she'd just make up her mind, cause right now I'm confused. Am I either....the man of her dreams, who's trying his best, and is on his way? Or am I the fuck-up, burden of a boyfriend? Who makes every decision the wrong way? She keeps saying both things at different times......and I don't know what to believe. She claims I'm both, simultaneously. Ugh. Great.
I'm just really frustrated. I'm finally close to getting my driver's license back. So close, it's burning my skin.
I'm almost a real person again. With independence & freedom.
To me, talking about having a driver's license, is like talking about being a millionaire with super powers. It's a fucking fantasy to me. Just out of reach, beyond the bars of my cell doors. But I'm still here, still trying. Can't stop, won't stop.
Danny V.
I'm just really frustrated. I'm finally close to getting my driver's license back. So close, it's burning my skin.
I'm almost a real person again. With independence & freedom.
To me, talking about having a driver's license, is like talking about being a millionaire with super powers. It's a fucking fantasy to me. Just out of reach, beyond the bars of my cell doors. But I'm still here, still trying. Can't stop, won't stop.
Danny V.