All he would be was an observer. He waited with serenity. Life, had never been good enough to him for him to wince at its destruction. He told himself that he was indifferent even to his dissolution. It seemed to him that this indifference was the most that human dignity could achieve, and for the moment forgetting his lapses, forgetting even his narrow escape of the afternoon, he felt he had achieved it. To Feel Nothing Was Peace........ImLaid back,brutaly honest, devious sense of humor and the bottle seems to have opened me... i read, write, walk ,smoke and drink. nightfall is when i feel more alive. i have many interests that pass the time, and most of the time, change with the seasons.i play the harmonica and wish i played the violin. i take my coffee with a cigarette and just sometimes, i miss people i havent even metAIM ==-Hellc0ke
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Just about anyone, lots of dead people though./style
