I spent way too much money on my last bag of weed, but that’s what I get for letting Bay City hook me up. That’s what I get.
My money is running low, but I don’t want to get a job. I don’t want to waste my time working for someone else to keep my skinny little head above the muddy bayou waters.
Cancelled plans cause mild disappointment. There’s no time to make up for lost time. Oh well, I’ll do my best to make the best of the situation. But let me say this, I want my own place.
Working through this as fast as I possibly can. Something good has to come from it. Sooner or later, something brilliant will come my way.