1.03.2014

Old school memory at the asylum

Remember when you were a kid and popped off to your dad and you came home drunk and high and cops had to be called and you went for an emergency psych eval then three days later was chilling with your pops talking about how you should go snowboarding (courtesy of someone else since you haven't had a job for a year)?

Yeah, I don't remember that either cause if that were me I would've had my ass beat and would be living on the streets. I suspect you might have had the same experience.

I am living on Main Street in Crazytown.  This is some bullshit. I swear when I read this it sounds like some crazy sci fi shit, it can't possibly be real.  But it is.



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