10.02.2009 Too drunk to tell you what day it is and I cut people off if on the road with my car in white. I get into bars before I'm 21, and I kiss anyone who looks okay. I think I'll drink a sunset tonight with more tequila than last night and make sure the sweet and mean oldies are rocking me back to sleep. I live in Los Feliz, and as happy as I'll ever be, the street names remind me of sex. Cumpston. Mexican't men round their faces at my protruding assets, and I mind it less and less; no matter whatever heavy fucking nigger lidded honking at a green light and I want to skin your skin. On my left side, a barber shop with an Irish name. McKinney. An Indian yelling, a kissy mouth on the window between cars at an intersection twice the size and a Target on either side.
