Bro, you really got to slow down. Like I'm having to work double time just to keep up with your habit
And I got into dealing because like, I don't want to work this hard.
So I'm referring you to this really scary biker dude I know.
He has some really good shit and when he gets drunk, sometimes lets guy's fuck his wife.
Sorry to pass you off man but I really think you have a problem.
I mean I thought all you poets drank wine and were like gay or something?
Like that Oscar Wilde dude you know, the one that wrote Twilight or some shit.
Anyways bro, later.
I read the note and had to laugh.
Tommy was a good kid, I just had a hell of a bad habit.
Besides he was still in high school and had his whole nonexistent future ahead of him.
And me, I was just a drunk ass drug addicted writer.
Working on some great never ending novel and grateful to not be writing that young adult fiction shit.
As I went through dealers like relationships, minus sex and the occasional encounters with ticked off husbands.
Sometimes I think I may have a problem.
But as long as I have plenty of drugs and loose party girls numbers on speed dial, I am good with myself.
Oh what a friend we have in Jesus.
Now say four our fathers and bang a couple of lonely house wives for good measure.