I could write about finishing school. I could write about the near falling out I've had with friends. I could write about my deadline to finish the first book of Bloodsucking Nazi Zombies. I could write about my friend getting assaulted in a Burger King drive-through on his lunch break. I could write about tearing down my fence and bleaching my patio.
But I won't. No point. Not in a landscape this bleak and streamlined. I've said it before, I just wish I weren't right.
Devious Comments
"Chillax Surfer dude. Have a brewski."
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