Finally awake...Don't under any circumstances chase Captain Morgan with Colt .45.

That is a mistake.

Logan, my boss, threw a party at Angel's for me last night. It was loud, sweaty, drunk, and stupid. Pretty much awesome.

Speaking of loud, sweaty, drunk, and stupid, Son of a Bitch Mitch bought me a handle of Jameson.

Sally offered me a blowjob, which I turned down.

Rog, well he just flipped me off.

Logan got me a bib and a pacifier, being as I just turned two.

Rabbi Levi, got me an appointment with his Cantor. The Cantor happens to have a day job as a psychologist who has had some success with hypnotism and repressed memories. As a man that doesn't have any memories, sounds pretty fucking scary.

I'm in a reflective mood today. Mainly because I've had the shits all day and I've been staring at my shower curtain while I shit my soul.

For two whole years I've walked as a mystery. I just don't know anything.

Pop Quiz: Do you like shoelaces or Velcro on your shoes?

Answer: I don't know.

Pop Quiz: What's better football or baseball

Answer: Clueless

God is in the details. I don't have any details. I just can't make quick decisions that everyone around me seems to be able to make. I don't have the database in my head of "that's cool," "that's gross," "I like/dislike this." I don't know what love is.

I'm fucking alone. I can't relate to anyone.

Sorry for being melodramatic.

I get this way sometimes.

I'm signing off because I have to puke.

toodles,
Sam