ALRIGHT. ENOUGH. so i was walking home the other day...down our little dirty back alley and ran into this very fraile-tired-dirty little old man and we began to have a brief and quiet chat about how lovely the day was and about how sad he was to have no place to live. so of course i being the great and sensitive young man that i am actually this time took out my wallet to give this poor little old man some cash...for drugs or booze or a hooker maybe whatever it was that he needed to take his little old mind off of being homeless... so while im proceeding to hand this little old man a few crisp dollar bills...the old bastard side blinds me with the bag or fucking bricks he mustve been carrying and WHAM im down and my wallet is G-O-N-E. whats the lesson of this little tale? FUCK OLD HOMELESS PEOPLE...THEYRE BASTARDS. SERIOUSLY. the one time i actually try to do anything NICE it ends with me getting 10 stitches to the side of my pretty little head. "I swear if I ever find you WALTER!" ----------------------- SO HOWS THE SEX-IN? OR THE LIV-IN? ------------- its to the point where i kindasorta forget i still have this little diary o' mine. ive been busy HUSTLIN' and BUSTLIN' and working on my new career as a halfcrazyitalianwhateverelse rapper. IM TAKIN' IT TO THE STREETS Y'ALL! now all i need is one of those fitted-hats-with-the-sticker-still-on-it. a pair of neon white nikes. some faded chick jeans 4 sizes too big. and one of those weird patterned sweatshirts that make me dizzy i see all of the little nay-o wannabes wearing. --------------------------------------------- i think this is where ill mention i got some last night...and it was fantastic...for me anyway. whats the word birds? the GREAT -alexander aka alexicious