the world is an ashtray we burn and curl like cigarettes and when we die our ashes turn to mud
i give up. all the stupid shit surrounding me, i just give up. the people who matter most are idiots, and i'm left holding my dick, so i give up. it's a sad sad day, that the drums are my only chance at anything, especially when i ain't that great a drummer. putting my stock in the worst industry to do so, next to automaking and banking, or really anything once uncle sam becomes uncle marx. so i give up. why bother anymore. dead end job for a dead end life. but hey i still got my health....cough.