It FeelsGood To Do What Your Told...

So I'm back on track to get on track. Tomorrow...I know, sounds like bullshit. Has been the last few times. Mean it this time. Probably gonna do ten days. Ain't that a bitch.

It's a long way to the top...

But it's only a short fall back down. Why is that? It's got something to do with the quantum state of popularity existing in all states until it is measured, then it's quantum state is converted to reality...Lame. I was doing everything right, then for some unexpected whim, I went left. Big time. Blew off my probation appointment. Got high. Real high. You guy's looked like ants. Left my sober life and came back to Foggy Mountain. Well, when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. Or...Shoot some dope. I just have to get up, brush myself off, and start back up the path to success, I'm just gonna get high first...I just wish everybody shot dope, then I could just be me without all the guilt associated with being me. Let me tell you, it ain't easy being greasy, but the heart wants what it wants. Mine wants a big fat load of whatever I can get. Uppers, downers, porn, vasciodialators, co-dependant relationships, bbbj to completion, red meat, candy...I'm down for whatever. I'll do my time like a big boy, unless I straighten this shit-storm out before they catch me. I talked to Frankie about a week ago, he is still in the processing wing of the Idaho DOC. Idaho is a parole board state. Old people with zero experience being a scallywag/ner-do-well handing out time like it's halloween candy. I hope the man upstairs see's fit to cut Frank a little slack, he's paid several times over for his crime...living in Idaho.