Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Life Lessons

If I was going to kill myself, I assure you no one would find me in some linen closet or some shit.  If I'm going out, I'm fucking parachuting into the middle of the goddam Super Bowl, setting myself on fire and then blowing my fucking brains out. At least be interesting.  But some small town, finding me in the fields? Oh, hell no.

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