i decided to have a sober night tonight, and the crackheads have been nothing short of murderingly funny, like a big TV set right outside my window. at one point, there was a crackhead bitch combing my lawn on her hands and knees, looking for her crackrock. i almost brought her a rake.
can't wait to move.
can't wait to move.
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what was that, captain beefheart? love the random hurling of lyrics, m'man...