Note

Parts of this blog have been fictionalized. 9. As it was created through the halls of the mind in the grasp of psychosis.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

I have friends, but I've found a recent, but cliche discovery:

I have no one to pick me up on the side of the road at four am.

There's no phone call from jail, as Hades use to say about [N----].

There's no girl or guy to get me out of any jam I might find myself into, the hand to grab when I'm backed into a corner--that kind of best friend.

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