...oh and the phone's broken...
Sunday, January 30, 2011
.......so just got out of prison, the motherfucker was cold, they gave me a shitty blanket which i later found out was one use wash, but still no wink under that mother, just the fruit flies around keeping me company, no one else at least, and waiting till 6am was long, so they let me go at 5. got out realised where i am at, around the corner from a friend... nope.... not my friend at all. oh well live and get burned, yougoslavian taxi driver got me good... home ..... fuck home .... real home soon. whatever happened last nite... might have been good, kept my budy happy, he was down, must have been good... i'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.