lastbadger

I have this very little world in which I am captured and held. Though I know I can, and should break free it is obligation that keeps me here, obligation and guilt. I know that I don't want to try that bullshit martyr type life out. But fuck it if guilt ain't a bitch. That's okay though because ounce by muthafuckin' sweet ounce I'm letting that shit go.

I need ink dammit!

My brothers friends have been lifting Vicoden from my old man. They got caught at school selling them. One of the little shits took eight of them. Eight fucking Vicoden. Bet he had some fuckin' nightmares. Serves him right, bet his parents are holdin' their heads up high.

Oh yeah test results came back. My dad is indeed my dad. To which the masses responded, "damn right ya, fuckin jackass"!! I can't imagine the amount of stupid he feels. All I know is that I never again have to hear "you ain't mine". Not that it fuckin' matters I came to my terms with the bastard a few years ago when he last pulled that shit.

Who remembers Suicidal Tendencies? Favorite ST albums "lights, camera, revolution" and "How Will I Laugh Tommorrow...." ST song I'm feeling right now "You Can't Bring Me Down".
"Lets show em whats up Rocky!"