notoriousdug

Ever have a day where you question your sanity and ability to maintain and keep hold of reality?

That is my every day.

The older I get the more and more I realize I have zero idea how I do keep it together, and I am really not that bothered by that. I think my mind is operating on some kind of bizarre auto-pilot copping mechanism; every time it starts to get its shit together I end up angry with a deep seated urge to start drowning myself in liquor.

Sometimes I wonder what I would be capable of if I was able to let the fog lift completely...

Other then climbing clock towers...