Sometimes I feel like just packing a bag, buying a one way ticket to somewhere, anywhere, and then spend the rest of my life hitch hiking and traveling around to everywhere and anywhere.
Id make ends meet by getting jobs in bars and waitressing; maybe try stripping just the once
or twice, Id sleep in cheap hotels and dirt bag motels and on the living room floors of people Id only known a few days through work and then Id come back at home at 40 and still have no fucking clue about who I am or where Im going.
Id make ends meet by getting jobs in bars and waitressing; maybe try stripping just the once
or twice, Id sleep in cheap hotels and dirt bag motels and on the living room floors of people Id only known a few days through work and then Id come back at home at 40 and still have no fucking clue about who I am or where Im going.
bucinator:
That was three years ago, how do you feel now?
bucinator:
😊