As I sit in this flimsy yard chair punching away at the keyboards attached to my weak computers, trying to find a way to entertain my self, my thoughts are drifting to the outside world and to the things that Im missing and to the friends that I have not seen in a long time.
My outlet is my search.
I want to have enough money to buy time.
My outlet is my search.
I want to have enough money to buy time.