"I'm a lone wolf ligger.
but i ain't no glitter boy".
it's gorgeous out.
cold and fucking gorgeous out.
last night's plan went all pear shaped and the bastard has to make the sojourn to queens today.
there are worse fates.
at least the bastard's got his health.
lungs feel like lead.
I'll get medicated next week. it'll be fine.
then my ladyfriend will be able to sleep at night.
which means the bastard ca. sleep at night.
so untl then, it's me and the F train and the awe inspiring guitar lead of accept's "bound to fail".
why do I love that song so much?