"I don't practice Santeria I ain't got no crystal ball Well I had a million dollars but I, I'd spend it all" Is this goin to be the story of my life? no i dont think so anymore really i dont tonight i had my cards read to me last time i did it, it was like 2 1/2 years ago while the guy was laying them out i thought back to when i first got them read we, a group of peps, were stayin in this motel for an action and this one girl who i never met before, sexy, like 6 years older than me, start hittin it off and whatnot and she ask me if i would like her to read me the card and i say why not jesus wouldnt mind this and WOW i havent thought much about this card reading since i was really just intrested in her boobs but wow it all came true in a fucked up way........ shit my face hurts like every fuckin v-fuckin-day has always ended up the same in a way or at least these last two years i went to a party and had fun faded at 2 in the morning thinkin i could make it home after giant cup of sweet nectur of the gods on my bike wow was i wrong when i woked up and stumble out of a strangers gruage with the fuckin family staring at me through the kitchen window i sick of it i am sick of it im sick of feeling like im losing my mind i am my worse own enemy and i thought i was going to do better but this happens half of my face was swollen shut half my ribs are bruised i cant go on like this forever im not superman oh yea the readin i had tonight was bad