It's really windy today. My mailbox ran away from the post it sat on. Found it 30 feet away. The shingles are coming off the roof of the house. I smoked one cigarette outside and it lit a small fire in the ashtray. Sure is windy.
I've got the flu. I suppose. Kinda scared at first cos as it turns out symptoms of the flu are exactly the same as of blood poisoning. And it just so happens I recently got a tattoo directly on top of an artery. Silly me. This blows.
I just re-read some of my older post... it's be so long. I'm so different from when I was. If i knew myself back then I'd probably say; "man you need to chill the fuck out." But hell.. . it was me, im ashamed. there i said it, next subject.
Leonard Cohen's from Cananada ... i learnd that today