Abused. Carols. BIG Maori boys. Lilli and i were pretty out of it. It was dangerous. It's my old wellington, and fuck, i love it back. Appreciation. Old drugs. Th good. And i smell it. Starting to drink, and it's only 1.34pm. Gin. Byut i don't like gin. Drank last night. Drove well. Got up less than an hour ago. Sitting in a singlet top and boxers. It's hot, and smells like Christmas sex. And i still remember just the wasy you taste. But it's been longer than a while. This is much too much effort, and i need to write. So JW Reb Label is next to me. i'm already half gone.