my stomach nervous from all of the alcohol. nervous from dangerous repeated amounts of hobo-voddie and caffeinated beer. the taste in my mouth. awful. the feeling in my head. awful. the feeling in my stomach. worse. i believe i may have a problem. my list reads like a to-do list for a convict. one broken foot two sprained fingers random make out sessions with anyone random cursing spontaneous violence unpredictable honesty unpredictable text messaging one banged up knee violent illness one blackeye and so on and so on and so forth fucking brutal. to the max. max. i am a walking disaster for more reasons then those listed above. i am a repeat-offender always looking to go on the next bender. damn it. ive lost all control. and i want to go home. im tired. really really really really tired. i think.