My girlfriend left me when I was in jail.
My mother threw away my comic books.
The only real job I ever had, I got riffed.
They say you create your own reality.
Who am I to disagree?
With practice, you can chew gum and pray at the same time.
I had a day off once.
I don't remember much about it anymore.
Life's like that when you're free.
Sometimes I do miss those comic books.
No comments:
Post a Comment