thirteens

Here it is, the 8th of June, and I am sitting in TX at the Art Prostitute gallery, looking at naked tattooed girls on the internet, just like old times. The drive wasnt even as close to as bad as the drive up there was. No snow, no ice, and very little rain. Its good to be home, and im fucking exhausted but too excited to sleep. You ever feel that way?

Any ways, what now? Im homeless, no job, no money, no stuff, and no cares in the world. For now, all I got to say, is fucking a, its good to be home!