smoke cigarettes til the day she dies.

i had my blood drawn yesterday.
six different tubes.
it was more like my blood was being drained.

they put my on the scale
and wouldn't even let me look.

i told him all this stuff and
he was one of the few
that didn't seem to care.
"that twelve steps will work for this too."

we role the windows down as far as we can go,
dance to bob,
and sing to sublime.

when all this [sh]it seems to be
going around on
both sides.
it doesn't matter here.