February 13, 2011

cold cash pesticide

dear on a bus diary,

my second round of dreams of the day- i was on a bus- and i left some of my shit at the hotel- but i didn't care really- it was just the orange juice and stuff in the fridge. that makes three dreams of a hotel i have had- all in a row- and i will bet you i end up in a room soon- it will be fun to see when. i love the sunshine in my window- and the promise that it brings- i wrote to you earlier about the noise when the birds sing. i keep getting my fingers stuck in that one chunk of my hair- the syrup hasn't been washed out yet- its all still there. i just wished my niece a happy birthday- i sent her a text message on her phone today. she prolly cant even believe that i remembered at all- how could i forget about her- she is my only niece after all. well... technically she doesn't hold that title anymore, my slutty ass brother- he really is a whore. he had two more babies at the beginning of december- both by different mothers too- if you remember. i know for sure one was a girl- and i think they both were- but i ain't sure- and i ain't askin- he thinks he owes our father money. i paid dad off for him- his balance is zero- dad could not afford the payments- i didn't do it to be a hero- i did it because my dad had no money- and it keeps my brother away.