losttoapathy

I think one blog per year is the magic number.
Who knows, I might fuck that up, because I'm feeling so goddamn chatty.
Maybe it's because I only talk to cats all day.
Maybe it's because when the small child riding his bike around the school across the street from my house rode right the fuck up to me, screeched his little fucking brakes and stared like I was John fucking Merrick, and I said, "that's a nice bike" and walked away and later from the corner of my eye I could see his mother scolding him for talking to me.
What the fuck lady, don't yell at the damn kid, he didn't do shit.
I'm not sure if any of that fucking happened.
I think I'm going to leave my neighborhood tommorow.
We'll see.
Baby steps.