Posted: November 14, 2010 in hidden admonishment
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I’m the failure of the family.
Me, the fuckup in every possible way.
I might just as well be a crackwhore with a crack baby
but at least I didn’t destroy them by being gay.
They were really fucking happy when they could tell the extended that I had a boyfriend back in the day.
It meant I was straight.


Yeah, about that…never mind.
I’ll just leave well enough alone.
Besides, I’m an “artist” so…
I get a free pass on all kinds of outlandish shit.

What’s your excuse?

I wish I was a crackwhore.
No baby, but just…the drive those women have.
It’s admirable.

Anything for the next hit, and then back to the shit.
Over and over and over again.
Even disease and pregnancy don’t slow them down.

I want my life to be like that.
Food?  Who needs it?
Family?  Invisible.
A job?  Don’t make me laugh.
Pleasure from sex?  What’s that?

Cheap satisfaction from a 30 second hit.
Check.  Double check.
Gimme that.  Next!

Those crackwhores, damn.
They got life all worked out.


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