But, fuck, it gets in your blood and it doesn't come out. Miserable with it, but desolate without it. Tripping too hard on everything at once to succeed like they say you should, but addicted all the same. I don't know what any of this means.
Just don't ask me what I want to be when I grow up. It's not prudent.
FIN. 1:59 a.m., Wednesday, Mar. 29, 2006