damn

So here I am, five years after posting. I feel as though I am the same fucked up person just wishing upon that lonely star. I do have an addition to the family, a bonehead boy to add confusion. And thus the spin cycle on the washing machine still turns. I have issues with people and the faces that people put up. I feel as though I am still a stranger in my own house. I think that I left my best friend somewhere along the road from Thompsontown to the White Shore. Damn. That is about how I feel. Damn just beaten up.