dear assholes

you call me to blame me, judge me and complain about your lives.
ive had a damn hard few months i realize as much as i love my friends
i never bitch them out. you all are killing me. i write your movies
star in them, write your songs, keep you all from wandering off stoned
and turn my cheek like i have a guilty concious. no, im fine you all
are blood sucking fucks and need to realize i could die just like every
one else seems to want to do and then what? you all gonna work at dennys?
for gods sake be nice to me occasionly. call me to say
somthing life afirming. say good job and thank you for writing
the damn scripts you dont have the damn balls to make. thanks for the
guitars, thanks for oportunities yall cant make for your selves.
thanks for talking to cops for me. thanks for not killing me when i talked
shit about your mom.jesus.