just got home from third shift. nothing exciting to report. i got some bud for wess which was cool cus i smoked before i went in. boy was i high. really really high. i got the first story done for the manga (anime style comic) and i kinda impressed myself with the story line and where it can lead. this is the first time in a long while where i haven't had to deal with writer's block. it is a splendid change of pace. .......................... thoughts shake him awake lying alone on his fold-out couch never felt so lonely a tear drops from his face and he sigh's staring at the ceiling he grips imaginary branches pulls himself closer to the sky snap and he is back again couch alone places a pillow over his face and screams hating what was lost hating what was never fought for hating himself