hood river

I have a lot on my plate. That's why I'm so fat.
Hood river is layer opulence and the decadent stench of men smoking marijuanas.
Sales men introduce themselves to you in bars, which was outlawed in the alienated drinker's apendix to the geneva convention. Salesmen own Oregon, yes they do, and their tanned children work the summer jobs I would kill for.
I am to fail a drug test for a good job pouring Chevas down the scarred throats of retired salesmen. I will fail it publicly in an ornate dining room, my penis exposed and still dripping contaminated urine, they will cast me out of eden...

I like it here. I feel like myself again. I made a decision recently that saddens me the way getting older saddens me, but I feel good about it. I could not move forward with out doing it.

My wife is loosing weight. I look for it in the cushions of the couch, but to no avail. She will become one of these tanned beauties and leave me to my shaky internet espousing.

When I fail this drug test, i will finish my books.

the souls i steal

the problem with prince charming is his armor is welded on and he cannot fuck you.