"charlie there is no future in anything. i hope you agree. that is why i like it at war. every day and every night there is a strong possibility that you will get killed and not have to write. i have to write to be happy whether i get paid for it or not. but it is a hell of a disease to be born with. i like to do it. which is even worse. that makes ( Read more... )

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My friends and I have gambling problems. To settle a fight, we don't argue, or debate, instead, everything comes down to a bet. I have $100 down that I can beat Lyle in a 100 m sprint. Fil bet Lyle another $100 he can't lose thirty pounds in two months. Tonight the challenge was to eat ten cheeseburgers in two hours (no puking). Mission ( Read more... )

let's all talk money, newspapers, books
because conversations are like old receipts
and I don't remember where I've spent the last three nights
but I woke up not feeling sorry for myself
or really
not feeling at all
but my veins were sore
there is always an upside to a life filled with substance

The trip was something else. It was highs and lows and memories and near fist fights. Basically we left two weeks ago for Halifax. Lyle's roommate was fighting in some Ultimate Fighting extravaganza so we thought it'd be a good opportunity to get away for awhile. We had about 24 hours to get there, and the trip itself takes 21 hours. Needless to ( Read more... )

Maybe I'm a man of mistakes. I can't really give rationale for anything I've done. I feel so pathetic and cheap. I'm trying to manage, to cope, but I feel like I didn't only let her down, I let myself down. I started to think back tonight, to those first couple of times we hung out, when late night kisses and unfinished movies made for sweaty hands ( Read more... )

Didn't you get the idea the first time around ( Read more... )

I wish more people would go to this (http://www.last.fm/user/joshuagoodbye/) site and sign up. How can I be all the lurker I can be, if I don't know what music you're listening to at all times? Toss a nigga a bone ( Read more... )

You're raw, fucking beautiful but ugly as sin
I'm alone, except those voices and three-quarters a bottle of gin
I'm either throwing up or throwing out those napkin I.O.U.'s
She says it's "You had me at hello," or, "I've never had a clue."
You look like I could use a drink.

It's kind of refreshing knowing that when you look at me, you have me figured out and all the shit I talk doesn't mean a thing. It's kind of disturbing knowing that isn't who we are right now; that everything we've ever promised is hanging onto feelings we can't admit and I've sentenced myself to a couple of months without you (a punishment only ( Read more... )