Note

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

Thursday, July 21, 2011

"No I know. I just... I wanted to say that I'm sorry about everything, and... I got something coming up, something kinda big. You just might be proud of me. Would you do something for me? Would you just give him this. You don't have - you don't have to tell him who it's from just..."

--Chick, from "Armageddon(1998)"

No one is proud of me.

The only one who likes me is the dog, Hannibal.

When I was drunk, and curled up on the bathroom floor yesterday, he was there with me.

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