I am not sorry for anything. Ever. Anything I've written on here, anything I've said to anyone, my craziness, my flaws, my abilities and accomplishments, all of my actions for the last twenty-four years, eight months, twenty nine days, and twenty two hours. Not sorry. I do not apologize, and I don't need anyone's forgiveness.
La. Ti. Da.
In other news, fall is here, and it is beautiful. Crunchy leaves hot cocoa crisp air cold nose whiskey sour it's too absurdly cold to smoke I should quit antiquated old downtown walk. I'm that guy walking down the street jangling the change in his pocket who is feeling quite a bit better than you.
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that's a good place to be :)
ReplyDeletei can't imagine any weather being too cold to smoke in though
i've been smoking like a chimney, haha.
ReplyDeletethings are changing and i may not meet you in arkansas, but i promise i'll see you in denton at thanksgiving.
love, ches