Don't remember much today. Boring unproductive day. Wish I had tax. Drunk on vodka, buzzed on valium and temazepam. I crawl on my knees because im trying to be invisible hehe.
I started writing in school and discovered it was the only thing that could hold my interest (apart from sex). I knew from the lump inside me that some creative channel had to be my direction. And be good or bad it is some kind of legacy.
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