"You have more than enough proof," said the doctor, so I'll be receiving my Florida medical marijuana card soon. Finally, my legitimately broken body pays off.
Once, during a drug induced hallucination, I saw the age I was going to die. To my disappointment, I was already 2 years too late. Now, when bad things happen to me, I know it's because I'm not supposed to be here.
2 older boys in the ball pit at Fun and Wheels when I was 4 an ex, David Gallagher, who hated me for breaking up with him the guy online (possible statutory) who I only remember his AIM screenname, seventy7stitches that hot, but gross friend of Donnie's when we all hung out that day in... Continue Reading →
Depression! I remember Donnie and I would refer to our respective birthdays as Birthday Shit Fest followed by whatever year it was-- and it would happen every year--we'd make big plans and get let down. Each following year, the plans would get less excessive to ensure success. Then there was the year Donnie stood me... Continue Reading →