let me be of some good...even if just in my mind........i'll try to be the cabana boy.......other wise im just totally useless..unless you think im fugly and my mom dressed me funny.....if so...i would think we knew each other drowin up......because all that was soooo true....


i know i should be in er......but it solves nothing......i am even starting to get anxiety when i just go to the docs......its the anger and the prior lack of trust built up......and my decaying body plus frustration...and addin decaying mind too....

you know?

its weird I have never crossed this certain bridge before.......normally I am confident bordering on cockey...no more those days are gone with the wind...

Now I see me as a lab rat....Looking in the darkness for a way out...its futile....

on a better note....if I bring the buffett...can I be the cabana boy


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