The day sort of got away from me. It wouldn’t be noteworthy except a lot of days have been doing that lately. Huh. I guess it’s not really the days that’re doing it, they get away just the same.
I’m smoking snickerdoodle flavored juice. More than a third of this year has got past me. Shit, almost half of the twenty tens.
I remember what feeling good is like, hell this month has had it’s moments, I just don’t quite remember what feeling right is like. I mean --- shit, you know, right. Not in the moral sense or normative sense, whatever the hell those things mean, I mean right as in straighten up and fly right. Wait, no, that might mean moral or normative. I mean right as in straighten up and fly right would mean if it meant what I want it to mean. You know; right.
Shit.
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