just returned from the oral surgeon. I am a drugged-up bloody mess and I want to die. I think once the percocet kicks in I should be jammin. If not, I'll take to and have a fine nap. Fuck teeth anyway
No one at the bowling alley has said peep to me about anything that happend. I guess I'm clear. What's left to do now? Perhaps only the running-man Only the Running-man. Where are you RunDMC when I need you?