Wife.
Sleep.
Road trips.
Sleep.
Carol.
Sleep.
Booze.
I'll sleep on the floor.
And I'll just lock my door
so Dave don't come and tell me
"turn down that shit you play".
There is a reason I made it complicated to add me on here.
There's a reason I tend to be a fucking shitbag.
And there's a reason I work so much.
And there is a reason why I enjoy alcoholic beverages, and it is not "just to get drunk and forget who I fucked/what I did the night before".
There's a reason I enjoy smoking so much.
There's a reason I have a fucking wicked bro hymn tattoo.
And there's a reason why I spend countless hours on the telephone with soemone amongst the countless hours spent drinking, sleeping, and working.
Bring your fucking popularity contest somewhere else, please.
The Bucket List.
The Perks of Being A Wallflower. The Outsiders.