actually, scratch that, i wasn't able before.
And now, not so much either. But with the potential to perhaps not be publicly disgraced, if at least, I can avoid the public. Yeah, I'd say the odds are high that the possibility is low, of me making any kind of a grave mistake, for a good while - one can make it hypothetical, if that.
By the time the odds plummet to Vegas house rules, I hope to be well into exile. Maybe at least have a head start on solitude. Maybe I'll have jettisoned a few of these hospital monitors, and not be broadcasting my brainwaves and heartrate via EEGs. I needn't remind you, you needn't remind me. I talked myself outta words. Can't keep pace with how much I should hate myself. Muthafuck buckets.
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catharsis vertex First sober improvisation in a while. Not sure if it really makes much of a difference. Was thinking while playing, about s...
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This line stuck out at me , as an emblem of the kind of mindset shift that needs to happen, and fast: "An economy of millions of cars, ...
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