drunken. 091608
guess what. i am too smart for this. yet i do it over and over. friends that aren't my friends. defining my life. that aren't defining my life. what am i running from? what am i hiding from? why do i let these sort of things -overtake- me? it's ok if it's just a booster. like *bump* "i said goddamn!" .. i should just have these powder my nose boosters. without the powder, of course. just the sauce and smoke. i said goddamn. and thinking of how - i can't write a screenplay. a screenplay of adults. i am not an adult. and will i ever be? dunno.