Crunch time.
As it goes to the beach and Stoney smokes his life away, I watch Rome burn. As they fiddle I work. Bills pile up, do they give a shit? Nope. Heads planted firmly in the sand. Though that doesn't stop the endless anger pointed, naturally, at me. I know, I know. I need counseling, I'm Satan. Got it.
The good news? It's not raining, today I can run. It'll be ok as long as I keep on keepin' on.
Saturday, July 12, 2014
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