Well... it's official... I think the bloom fell off the rose.
Slapped my Mother when she tried to wake me up. Gouged my sister's eyes out for finishing the cereal. Kicked the Cafero's
dog in the head for looking at me funny. The phone calls keep coming
in, the neighbors hate me & I can honestly relate. Who reads the newspaper? I mean what is fucking wrong with you? Tomorrow I
might get up early, get the papers out on time and start a pattern of
dependable productivity. Or I might burn down every motherfucking
house on the block...
It could go either way.
It could go either way.
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