Why Nick? Why?

[slick_nick]

I ask myself that a lot.
Why I do things, or say things.
Then I get a little to far into it and belive myself psychotic.

I've got new riffs.
I can hear the end result pretty clearly.
Actually I see it more than hear it.
It's weird, I dunno how that is.
It's like a Bob Ross episode.
"I'm gonna put some happy little triplets right here."
"He's kinda lonely, let's see if we can't get a D# to keep him company."
Sometimes there are happy accidents but I like it robotic.

I get to play with the Vinces today.
That's always fun.
"Tall Cans in the Air"
It's just angry enough not to scare black people.
Practice "uptown" means I shotgun not driving cause I'm getting fucked up.

I'm missing something.
Forgetting something.
Still Godlike.
Just omnimpotent.

I want to give my guitar a name.
I kinda don't like it simply because it lacks one.
Even a title is good.
It just doesn't want to be friendly right now.
Kinda seems stuck up.

Cigarettes are still good.
Bottle of Jack is warm from being in the car all day.
Middle finger still functioning properly.
I'm good to go.

I LOVE YOU ALL LIKE CANDY LOVES KILLING