This world resembles a dead hookers rotting vagina. Loose, uncertain of what you'll catch if you try to enjoy it and it smells like shit. Even now it reeks like an open fish market. And if I dared to enter it, it would be like throwing a hot dog down a hallway. So instead I wander these streets, looking for a different type of whore whose tit I can cling to. Much like I did to my own mothers when I was a baby. Sucking away at her saggy tit, clinging to that nipple as if it were Jesus incarnate. In the end, I feel like a large, sun crusted turd. Left out on the drive way one too many hot afternoons. Waiting to be scooped up and tossed into a trash bag. That's how I'm doing...really fucking great. But at least I still have my smokes and scotch. So not everything is in the shitter yet.