Some places just shouldn't exist. As they do not being imaginary and all.
Fuck. I saw a car today. On Craigslist. I am going to snatch this up quickly if i can. 86 coupe Deville Cadillac.
And I am not going to be a dumbass next time. I killed buzzbomb single handedly. The cops know it. My family worried. But more than anything my best friend in the whole world and her mom, they are dear to me, were scarred to death because they heard but didn't hear from me until a little while after. Melanie gave me her word that she would personally beat my ass if I did that again. I hate crashing cars. Fucking rain.
Boy I want to be a father. It may be a bad thing now. But I do. blah blah blah. But eventually i do. I want to be with someone important to me. Hold dear. Someone I can call a close friend. With all that in mind I know, there are plot holes but I don't want to explain myself fully right now.
I gotta shave my fucking sideburns off. They are rediculous right now.
