February 6, 2011

be on the look out for trash in the road

dear how damaged are the goods diary,

prolly pretty damaged then. so help me, i know that is why it is so often requested, a delight to fulfill, often a demand i have to require. he is a lucky guy. but it's not like that anymore, not since i became a whore. why are you alone? i bet you have a bone. shalom. dawn- it's a new day. first shifting again. got nowhere to go and nobody to blow. not today. yay. don- there is a new way, but he is stupid. so where ima be in my dreams is your guess- i won my superbowl bet so im stayin dressed. i missed making my bet with the stupid goat, but i saw his truck tonight and i didn't even choke up. i had vomit in my throat but i swallowed it back down and chewed a piece of gum til it got stale and spit it on the ground- along about the alley way where we cleaned out my car- and we figured the guy with the white van was prolly at the bar. and then we went to work and worked real hard, it was crowded as fuck- barely room for my cards. lizard was there- his woman did stare- i wasn't for sure it was him at first- it was- oh wow. now it is time to paint again and lay in the bed and have becky time my friends.