this damn world
tragedy culminates a string of bad luck. ok there's the lonely feeling that almost always burns,especialluy when invited to things i don t go to because of the threat aof evil old man alcohol, then me and strauss are sposdeda get together and awork on post production of our nefarious film then the car acccident ahappens; iaam fine but go to the hostipal anywya. im sorry to the other womanm, it was totally my fault then the threat of another psyche ward which thankfully i escaped, now my right hand hurts and my left wont move. its hard to type. oh,and i have no car. the end?