the way it was waking up and finding out i wasn't mr. rogers

went to see alan. didn't make it. ended up talking god talking shit with a madman from decatur. went well, i suppose, only so much to be said to a man who hopes you're damned to hell frot he sole purpose of proving him right. whatever that means. missed the show. too bad. love them know i'll have to catch them soon but all was well. drunk on st ides again. it seems easiest to feel this way when feeling this way. meant to say nice things about everything and everyone but woke up and suddenly discovered i wasn't mr. rogers. such is life. and falling back down falling back down falling back down to where i used to be. that's what means the most. enjoy these day, their blowing away with the wind.

2002-09-14 | 4:17 a.m.
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