Hey fuck face… its ok I cant love again. I understand that. I had the car and the house. I had the girl with her skirt all pushed up and I say , I say…. Fuck where am I now. I mean. So scared of all this shit. Tom is out in the living room… smoking weed like brad pitt in True Romance. I am here. Just me and all these skeletons just sort of dancing to the tunes. The music. Where did it get me? I thought about turning it all back. But fuck it. I think I need this. I need her not loving me, I need me not loving her. Porn at my finger tips, basketball, football, good as ever.

Hey kid how is it working out for ya, one girl, one life all this life to live. Shit. I sip a chew and spit it for you.