davepocalypse

like willy loman, working on salary & sales commissions. i'm a fucking old business man now. disgruntled and hungry and too many kids. my fence needs painting. the downstairs toilet is clogged. my wife has lupus. my girlfriend has syphilis. i'm going bald and i can't see my nuts because my belly covers it. i need to drink 2 pints of peppermint schnapps to fall asleep. and i need 5 bong hits to get out of bed. i have been crushing up my oxycontin and feeding it to my baby so he sleeps through the night. he likes when i mix it with his oj. i cant afford food so i have been waiting for my milk to thicken so we have some solids to eat. i have been scraping the soap scum from the grout in our shower so i can wash my face and ass. i steal from my parents and still haven't washed the puke out of my sheets from last weekend. i got the words "HALL" & "OATS" tattooed on my knuckles. i fed my cat to the fireplace. i am the repo sludge goblin. bank son bank. my name ain't denver max. i don't eat heart attacks. rock on, jerks.