Letter from a drugged out semi loser
Hi !
Remember me? I’m still around. I had to disappear over the holidays. There’s no need for holidaze. Everyday is a holiday. I have these things but they don’t fit where they are supposed to go but if you’re still there, it’s only a matter of time. My old lady left me for an apache indian. The dude is more sensitive sealed with a kiss. I dated an Apache woman once. The first and only date ended with her hitting me over the head with a tomahawk and tying me to a tree and then leaving me there all night.
Playing a lot more music and I’m also learning how to weld. Doin’ better with the music than the welding. Went to Los Angeles and got ripped off by a 31 year old schoolteacher. She got me f_ _ ked up and stole my money and my jacket. She was the sweetest thing. I went back to Eureka and didn’t go outside for a month. There are some people in this world you can’t trust. Even f_ _ken innocent sweet schoolteachers. I want to do a pair of sisters from Minnesota. One blonde and a brunette. That’s my new goal. I think I deserve it. This is total depression talking. I’ve been in love only twice and the first one sold me out for a dime bag of junk and the second one sold me out for a barmaid job for $2 an hour. I’d say my worth is increasing. I shouldn’t be too far from being a pimp.
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