No more asylums. No more police stations. No more psychos babbling at me about 'The Magnificent One' like I can't guess what they're talking about. No more parents or brother hovering over me looking scared about every little thing. No more 'for you're own safety'.
Finally back home, which I rented out to some people for some extra cash during my various incarcerations. So much to catch up on. So much to say, and do, and remember. In summation: I'm re-energized, and as fresh as could be expected.
I wanted out, and was glad to be gone, but now? Now I'm glad to be back. People to try and help stories to watch unfold. I've got shit to do. 4:15 AM, got too much energy.
Good Luck.
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Saturday, April 30, 2011
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