After an eventful past couple of days. I’m going to lay my sore head on a pillow. Stretch out. Take up all the room in the bed. Then get complained at. It’s time to mellow down and thank whatever made all of this possible. As I lay down, there’s always a million things rushing through my head. Like rush hour in Tokyo or something. Always thinking. Planning. Remembering. More thinking. The thought process is as followed:
Isn’t that a shame. Not so long ago I had not the slightest inkling of how it was to live and now it’s all about the queens head. The rent. The bills. The cigarettes. The food. The gifts. It all adds up. It’s all about the money.
Goodnight to all!