Sometimes, I Just Can't Stand It...

Tonight is not good. Ridin' that fuckin' tiger - his stripes large and eyes very big and knowing...

Sometimes, it is hard for me to handle shit. I having been dancing in Indian Country all week, and hate that shit. My sweet friend Kat decided that life just ain't worth it any longer, and the dumb bitch tried to off herself. Had it all planned out, she did. Waited until the meds she OD'd on were really kicking in, and then called 911 so they could drag her dead ass out of the house before the kiddies got home from school. In doing that, she fucked things up. Now, my dear vegetable friend lies in the psyche ward at the local.

I have to question why we are driven to do this. Right now, I wanna dive off the fuckin ' roof, and I live- and own - a 3 story building. Live in Beechler Tower, I do! See the locals diving the dumpsters all day, and have to think there is a reason for this? Gee, I am a happy cat...

So why is life thus? Why are we driven to destroy ourselves? Need an answer, I do! Don't have one - not sure I want one, don't see one forthcoming...

Fuck it, don't mean nothin'. Drive on...

Charlie~