Corn Rocket
I chose to drink (since that teaspoon of Pot Peanut Butter kicked my ass yesterday), write, take bizarre pictures of myself and the clothes I was wearing (such as this t-shirt) and play in Photoshop.
I wish I too had a car called the Corn Rocket. I would grab my jar of moonshine, travel top speed down the highway and head to Sardis Lake, MS, where I could dip my toes in the water and chuck rocks while I pondered the reasons why I am where I am in my life right now. The good and the bad. Then men that I have chosen, the reasons why I'm not going out on auditions (or haven't even had headshots made yet), and why I haven't sent anything in to literary magazine.
I have less than a month until I turn...well, until I turn a year older, goddammit. I gotta do something to make a mark in this year before it happens...something good, especially since I seemed to fuck a lot up in the last couple of months.
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