reedless

i got my SG book today. all the people at work loved it. so now im sitting here with it, drinking a 40 of olde english, watching my friend mess with his computer in my floor.
oh what a day it was

went back to work today. i love my job, i hate the people. i guess that is just something i have to deal with

i got into a fight last nite at a bowling alley. hit the guy with a pool ball and got thrown out of the bar there. i was fucking hot when we left, waiting on the guy to come out and do anything he said he would. sometimes it pays to be small and look weak.

this is a poem i wrote for my dad.

I hate you
with a passion that I never thought possible.
The sound of your voice
makes me tremble with rage
until I cannot contain myself.
I will snap.
Your voice is constantly sharp
accusing
when talking to me.
To all others you carry on the facade of being normal:
A nice, kind man who loves...
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