Hey, what's up. I go places, do stuff, drop out of places, show up, do work. Fitting in nowhere, but nowhere to fit in. Lurk, work, can't twerk. Lose 20, gain 30. He'll be 11 in a minute. The other person who cares for me almost died in Santa Rosa two days ago. Wake-up call. I'm crawling backwards while time sprints forwards and it will all be gone soon, so should I spend any of it here?












