I'm fuckin getting sick. Girls are dumb whores. Money rules me, and I hate it. I need sex. I feel like I'm taking crazy pills. Apnea is pretty hot. Cheaters have no fuckin business dispensing relationship advice. My ankle is better - the swelling is going down, at least. My ego is still kind of bruised. (SUSAN IS A CLUMSY MOTHERFUCKER.) I almost fought some drunk bitch the other night. She had the worst bleach job I've ever seen, and I've been to NYC.
Fuckin' work.
Fuckin' work.
--David.
Word? Werd.
Susan