you were the only game for me for years. when they all laughed, i jus kept on tetting. yes, virginia there's a wolf in those there waoods. i'm watching wwc something, wrestling at its finest. anyway, i'm wondering where diva is. she's usually up around this time, but i dont see her anywhere. this wrestling is fake fake fake, but they're not bad actors i guess.
i realy dont know what to write here any more. alll the poopy -ness has fallen by the way side. it seems that i'm all dried up, literally. illiterately, i spoze i'm a washed up ol' fart. ya, that's me alright. and i'm damn proud of it. living this long, doing what i did, is no wonder i'm in the euphoria when i talk about history. i usually remember where i was by the song that was playing (in the clubs). like when giorgio came out with from here to eternity, i was in los angeles, and san francisco. i jus remember driving taxi durnig that time for this company out in the suburbs. something city. to the west of los angeles, and short of the beach some mile and a half. culver city. ya, i had to go out there and get my cab. i would make decent money, but it would jus disappear by my reluctance to save. save for a rainy day that never happened. i'd be rich as rich gets.
that's abuot it. i'm gonna head to bed here shortly. nobody's up on#mindvox.
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