Oh Newfoundland, you whiskey soaked bitch.
Things that I loved, things that I lost, things I held sacred that I dropped.
Audioslave
They were all there. Waiting.
I think I didn’t see 3 people from my past chaotic adventure time on the island of misfit toys. Errrbody else waltzed into the bar at least once. It was good, mostly. (mostly they come at night, mostly)
4th (or 5th) verse, same as the first.
I met the cutest patootie of a baby stripper and we would pass the time wrapped up in blankets in the mezzanine, talking about conspiracy theories and the metaphysical. She’d steal my cheetos but jump up to refill my water for me. I told her my theory about how I died and Newfoundland was my perdition. She didn’t like that. Couldn’t figure out her place in it if that was the truth. The use of all my extras and past cast in the story of my life kinda made that theory more real. Or, it’s just season 5 and the writers are out of ideas. Then I would get drunk and do baby stripper stage school for a few hours.
I just realized (now, while editing) that I have terminated several toxic relationships with women this year, 4 someones who I thought were friends, weren’t. Including a woman who told me she hated my ‘smart college mouth’ and here is where I leave off.
No one pays more attention to you than a bitch who hates your guts.
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