...and I mean that.
Da las gracias para las memorias. Permita el rollo bueno de tiempos en caso de que Dios no muestren.
I only think today is gift because I bet I'll only live to see thirty six. I have no idea why i think that I just feel the great cosmic sneeze getting nearer as I get older. I have a feeling I'll see my mid thirties because if I live any longer than that God might get testy with me and send Sherlock Holmes to the case of making me give it all up.
I'm gunna' write for a living. I'm going to see my god-given talents in front of a monitor and a keyboard grow to astronomical heights, selling my retardley amazing talents to the highest bidder. I only speak so graciously about my ridiculously amazing talents because I'm really that fucking good. I dare you to say something. I could pitch dehydrated water to folks living in the deep Sahara. Say something.
RSK ALL DAY
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