here first. until we are there.

from the man

i will always be in love with:

Troy: My parents got divorced when I was 5 years old, and I saw my father about 3 times a year after that. And when he found out that he had cancer he decided to bring me here and gives me this big pink seashell and says to me “Son, the answers are inside of this” and I’m all like “What?” and then I realize that the shell is empty there’s no point to any of this it’s all just a…a random lottery of meaningless tragedy in a series of near escapes…So I take pleasure in the details…a Quarter Pounder with cheese…those are good. The sky about 10 minutes before it rains…A moment when your laughter becomes a cackle and I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt.

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greasy long hair, pretention, cigarettes and that voice. wala. i just give up. even the flannel or the yellow-ish white shirts with the acid wash jeans. hahahahahaha!

i blame reality bites for everything. hahahahahaha. everything, i say!

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