dear what it seems like diary,
a whole lotta people had their brights on commin at me tonight- it seemed like, especially down there by the sportsman's club. i ain't been down there for a good while and it'll be prolly a good while before i go back, but i did enjoy sitting where i sat before and watching the toenail moon- for five minutes and forty one seconds. that's all the time i would allow myself and all the time i needed until i got the okay for safe passage into canada. i saw no deer tonight, like i usually do, but i was still lucky as i always am, and i love being amongst the older generation. it may be outrageous to some, but to a bar i still wont come. seeing the cuntface and the hero downtown tonight- i could have accidentally hit them- a true misfortune at that light. oops my foot could have hit that gas pedal and i could have earned myself a damned gold medal. finally at home i was treated like a winner- we went to the roadhouse (WHERE I KNEW IT WAS SAFE) and had a steak dinner!