Late
I am late she said, smiling. Puzzled, I asked what she meant. She explained and my mind went on a 300mph crash course down the mental highway - down south. But thats another story.
I constantly torment myself with my burgeoning intelect...sometimes I wet my pants.
I recognise my indulgence in alcohol is a cause of concern. I am equally distraught at my incorrigible insistence to partake in the celebration of my continued sluggish state brought upon by self inflicted and militaristic penchant for mindless mutilation. And you may go ahead and assume that God loves you more but He wants you to know that I am still his favourite.
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