"Good morning, Hell-A. In the land of the lotus eaters, time plays tricks on you. One moment you're dreaming, the next your dream has become your reality. It was the best of times; if only someone had told me. Mistakes were made. Hearts were broken. Harsh lessons learned. My family goes on without me, while I drown in a sea of pointless pu$$y. I don't know how I got here, but here I am, rotting away in the warm California sun. There are things I need to figure out, for her sake at least. The clock is ticking. The gap is widening. She won't always love me. 'no matter what."
FrankMoody
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