so i just got off the phone with my boy and realized i've almost died about thirty four times this year now should feel really good about m aking it through each or should i start to fear number thrity eight or fourty when suddenly almost isn't in the equation. its rough being so damn adventurous, and having a rough job, and living in a shitty town,
no time to worry about it
no time to worry about it
that/d be horrible.
play safe mr.