Let me start by making it known that this is how we looked last night:
Fucking Arizona... Evan and I had so much faith in them; meaning, we're both turning tricks on the corner for a sandwich nowadays after gambling everything away. The sharks are coming for my teeth as we speak.
P.S. I might move to Europe. I'm not kidding.
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Monday, February 2, 2009
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