i got a girls phone number..
i call her.
she never picks up..
she calls me and i pick up fast..
i made fun of my mate Joe for running to pick up the phone..
hum...
i miss Texas...
i did too many drugs to leave the house...
but i moved home and got better...
i really love my friend Robby...
but he gets drunk and gets gay..
i have no real problem with sucking a dick...
but its pointless...
its like saying hey do you like blowjobs?
and saying HELL YEAH!
he tried to funny kiss me...
its so meaningless...
but i didnt really want to..
girls are much softer...
i am getting fairly popular in virginia...
i mean with ppl that i dont know there names..
i show up and ppl know Michael Younger...
it is odd...
i am use to ppl wanting to beat me up...
but caring?
ugh.
well we are all going to a bar...
at least i have friends...
i tried to call a girl and tell her i though she was neat..
but i got a answer machine...
so fuck it all to hell...
i paint like a bastard...
and no one loves me for it,
at least my paintings see ppl fuck....
and they watch over them while they sleep....
to bad they never murder..
i am drunk as hell...
typing and then hitting backspace...
funny huh?
not really...
i am fairly scary..
i drink more than anyone...
i am my dad, and my mom hates me for it...
hum......
all of my friends that are girls...
never call
i just have ari calling me to see if i am O.K....
and i worry she is going to give up on me....
i feel that i am a sinking ship...
you cant love something that is going down...
hum...
i am so happy with my job....
but everything else ...
i am really unhappy...
my side hurts....
my back teeth hurt from grinding them when i sleep..
we, meaning I got drunk at Cogans...
the waiter saying I get drunk like no one else...
saying its seemless...
i call her.

she never picks up..
she calls me and i pick up fast..
i made fun of my mate Joe for running to pick up the phone..
hum...
i miss Texas...
i did too many drugs to leave the house...
but i moved home and got better...
i really love my friend Robby...
but he gets drunk and gets gay..
i have no real problem with sucking a dick...
but its pointless...
its like saying hey do you like blowjobs?
and saying HELL YEAH!
he tried to funny kiss me...
its so meaningless...
but i didnt really want to..
girls are much softer...
i am getting fairly popular in virginia...
i mean with ppl that i dont know there names..
i show up and ppl know Michael Younger...
it is odd...
i am use to ppl wanting to beat me up...
but caring?
ugh.
well we are all going to a bar...
at least i have friends...
i tried to call a girl and tell her i though she was neat..
but i got a answer machine...
so fuck it all to hell...
i paint like a bastard...
and no one loves me for it,
at least my paintings see ppl fuck....
and they watch over them while they sleep....
to bad they never murder..
i am drunk as hell...
typing and then hitting backspace...
funny huh?
not really...
i am fairly scary..
i drink more than anyone...
i am my dad, and my mom hates me for it...
hum......
all of my friends that are girls...
never call
i just have ari calling me to see if i am O.K....
and i worry she is going to give up on me....
i feel that i am a sinking ship...
you cant love something that is going down...
hum...
i am so happy with my job....
but everything else ...
i am really unhappy...
my side hurts....
my back teeth hurt from grinding them when i sleep..
we, meaning I got drunk at Cogans...
the waiter saying I get drunk like no one else...
saying its seemless...

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So then I started thinking, maybe that one thing that I need to do with my life is so ugly, so dark, so horrible, that I'm suppressing it? I mean, I did once have a dream in which I found out what my true calling was, but the moment I woke up I forgot it.
So now I'm thinking -- maybe one day, I'll have the dream again, and I'll wake up and remember it, my calling, and it will be: ASSASSIN. Or POLITICIAN.
And I'll hate the idea, but I'll love the deed.
I like the idea that your paintings could murder. . . . maybe they could, maybe in some weird way . . . I'll think about it and let you know.