sorry hamilton.

sorry funky monkey.

sorry action hero bouncers.

sorry free hamburgers and 2.50 domestic.

sorry leaving my purse on the plastic patio chair and fin had to carry it around.

sorry wet vagina.

and fuck man when i was on lithium at those drug and alcohol meetings every week that suuucked. i was the not talker. period. and they brainwashed us clockwork orange styles with shit about ether in alcoholic beverages which basically can kill you and put you in a coma and all the junky shaky hands with coffees are going ahhhhh! i hate writing in those sheets like dude i am a fucknut and i never see anyone or talk to anyone so i am not getting druuugs or booze mmkay? leave me alone.

so they wouldnt let me in this intensive 3 week program on account of me not talking, im fucking serious so i pretended to be all hurt on the fone to the woman but my mum was super pissed off but i kept seeing my psychiatrist every three weeks sitting there saying nothing period and apologizing and tearing up and going um ah sorry there no i have not read any books and no i dont excercise and he asked me what things i enjoyed and made me happy and my only answers were smoking and price is right and sometimes survivor.

serious.

but then all of a sudden i got interesting again and i had things to say.

sorry peppered beef jerky.

sorry fags singing bohemian rhapsody.

sorry hamilton.