I took a walk after dinner and ended up lying on the slide at the park, smoking. The wind howled around me and it was kind of cold, but I didn't feel it much. I watched the clouds move and darken and the oak branches sway. Smoke swirled around me and in my nostrils. Peaceful. I went home. So I spilled my drink, right, and my dad yelled and beat the hell out of me. Have no idea where momma is, maybe at Linda's. My meds are running low but I don't have a job or insurance to get more. I'm eating too much, such a fucking pig...No music. NOTHING.