20 February 2006
Bottoms up Babyface.
I have come this much closer to accomplishing one of my childhood dreams. Which one? The one where I grow up to be a drunk poet/writer/lover. I have just spent the last four evenings drinking whiskey, smoking cigarettes, and writing a script. Not just a script though, I developed a couple of new characters, I gave them back stories, I lived and breathed them for a few long nights. As a child, I wanted to grow up to be Bukowski, and I believe I may have just gotten one knee scrape closer. Now if only my legs were as lovely.
Speaking of lovely, check this kid out:
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