turning point

unintentional revenge,
my assault on your heart begians now...

i've decided enough of long island
next year ill be moving..havent decided where

cant do the 9-5 any more..its just not me

although i have been happy lately

I wanna be a writer...i have nothing to write i need new experinces

isnt it amazing how randomly precice memorys are...kissing your stomach...opening a pack of teenage mutant ninja turtle trading cards grade 4... the smell of ciggarettes old spice and saw dust...
walks with grandpa collins (the first eskimo/irish pope) and smokey for ice cream

i miss you, hope your giving them hell in heaven...

"down the hatch"