October 17, 2011

free your whore

dear crazy angle diary,

not far from where i left the patterns of personal recollection and public rumors, i made it clear twice that playing cowboys and indians was out of the question last night. steering close to the waterfront is what i'd rather see, that and delivering my ashes to wherever it is i shall end up taking them. the game is different than it used to be. shit, even the rules to cowboys and indians have changed, but i'm good. i can play the new game too. i drew the line in the sand like a big girl finally and it felt good.