mad drunk genius

I used to have all sorts of problems. Now there's just the one.

Month: September, 2017

Nothing is as bad experienced as you imagined, even when it’s worse than you imagined

I can’t stop dreaming of dead people. Other than some residual grief, I don’t have faith it means anything.

I may get back to work soon. I don’t want to. Mostly, I have to. The money will run out soon otherwise. Poverty is when there’s too much month left at the end of the money, or many too many years. We all have in us the capacity to be wealthy someday, for one day.

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I can’t tell if it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy or just a good policy

I know I’m too old now to give a shit about what exes think of me, but the truth is none of them like me and most of them despise me.

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