"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often."
— Charles Bukowski (Tales of Ordinary Madness)
you can now be my friend on facebook! woot! woot! I know you are very excited. Anywho... Look for me by "John Robison" in Las Vegas or "Captain PirateFace".
smell ya later.
The Cap
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
I hope Elvis is whooping Michael Jacksons ass in the afterlife as we speak.