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September 18th, 2010

high on emptyness @ 06:01 am

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Date:September 19th, 2010 07:58 am (UTC)
When I was 18, I had a few clean-cut older dudes who I played with. They were rich and had toys like new motorhomes, while I drove around in a 20 year old jalopy. They could have probably opened doors for me.

They treated me like I was something special, but I slowly left them in search of anybody with a beard, and/or hair.

I'm still poor. My only vehicle that runs is a home-made motorcycle.

Makes me wonder where I'd be if I stayed with them?

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