eight days of summer? time to be crazy, lose my shit, wake up tired and sick, stay up for days, run, drive, dive, get in fights, climb roofs, beat the heat, sit in the heat, smoke, snort, drink, puke, wondering where the fuck you are, forget what comes after midnight, playing the game to find your shit, find your fix, find the meaning of life,
and quit giving a fuck.
i'm not a hellion, demon or goblin. i'm not a handful. i'm not too much or too wild. but you know something is wrong when the only way you like your life to play out is when it's like a junkie and a bandit play house. junkie is the mommy. bandit is th