Reason

My intention was to fix my troubles by writing about them. Wha happeng ?

I'm still smokin'. I'm still drunk. I've still got the wrong job. I live in filth, in debt, incommunicado.

They're coming soon to take away the cars that don't move from my driveway. Maybe I'll just get a fine for what isn't mine. Maybe I'll stew quietly and pay that fine and order a pizza.