Is anyone still here? Amazing what coming back feels like. This was waaay better than Facebook. I loved it. you could write all kinds of debaucherous shit. Confess and be poetic about life. Its a shame its gone. Shame Shame.

As I went from bank to work. Growing up never seemed to be defined b age, it was those damned papers.

the Wife

THE MORTGAGE

And it happened. I "grew" up a notch.

And all was the same. I avoid half, and its just guitar reverb some nights,

16 year old junior in catholic high school. I was a ninety-eight pound zit faced atheist, that fact alone didn’t work out well for getting girls or being prom king. I didn’t even try. Besides, there was a handsome sophomore agnostic named James who got all the cool girls. The airwaves were full of songs without guitars. Musically my parents were ( Read more... )

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