who when the deal was over and i was putting the mics away
he said i forgot to tell you i cut off my brothers dick
was i nervous about going to this guys house before i got there?
i have had a good life.
this blog only tells a fraction of it.
i have had a fantastic, unbelievable, astonishing at times ride
even now i get paid to drive people around this beautiful city
and sometimes i get to write about rock concerts
i make my own hours, get high every night, and write and write and write.
and when someone brings their dog into my car i tell em we have to take a picture
whats yr dogs name
and i almost always forget.
ive got no right to be scared of shit.