“Skirting the line of overdoing everything. Airport pickups make me long to run away to anywhere but my present circumstances. And my present circumstances are actually pretty decent. I love the act of running away. I'm an escape artist. My art is in my ever changing present. And if the present doesn't change quick enough for me I force the issue, like holding a 2-7 unsuited before the flop and going all in because I want something to happen. Chattering up Walgreens Vanessa because she is cute in dickies pants and happened to be on the same smoking schedule as I. Sheriff took an interest in our exchange like pigs usually do. Tweeking on coffee and nicotine and up past my bedtime. I have reclaimed my life with this one tiny rebellion. Lies will compound lies and this shit will get interesting, which is the only time I feel alive. Except when fucking. That's always high living. Tomorrow is another day but tomorrow has already become today in this small hour of the morning.”
