Friday, October 23, 2009

Epiphany...

Why does a night of cheap vodka always end with me hunched naked in a corner of darkness, clutching 9 inches of razor sharp, unforgiving, cold steel, uttering oaths of bloody murder and promises of sworn vengeance through clenched teeth? The world may never know.

2 comments:

unit-1978 said...

interesting...also were you in such a dark mood you changed the font color.

unit-1978 said...

where you at man, been waiting for some writing, I always look foward to your shit man.