Happy New Years. I felt nude for a few hours today. It certainly gave me some time to think. I thought about all my poor friends and how rich I am. I also thought about how I see the Lex's parents only four times a year. When my dad cries as I leave the driveway, I can only assume he is going to miss me and that I will crash my car.
I know I am not supposed to be a nice guy and my writing should make you feel bad about yourself. However, to all you homeless assholes who can still remember the faces of your fathers, happy new year. I think you all still have a place and, my god, your mom tastes like the ocean.
~Lex
I know I am not supposed to be a nice guy and my writing should make you feel bad about yourself. However, to all you homeless assholes who can still remember the faces of your fathers, happy new year. I think you all still have a place and, my god, your mom tastes like the ocean.
~Lex
