arrive home from work late. to find him high and in a pissy mood. telling me im cheating. not him.

excuse. he's angry as an excuse because he's either done something retarded. or is planning on it.

and needs a good lie to tell himself. that it was in the end my fault. because i never loved him anyway.

i might have if he had been worth a damn. other than holding down a job. he hasnt done much else for me.

sex only takes you so far. if you like thinking anyway. all of this time has been a waste of time.

i am coming abruptly to that conclusion. and now the riot. i have her. but. i will admit. being homeless is far easier when one has a job. gainful employment makes all the difference.

i have been in worse positions than this. with people i cared far more about.

i have no doubts. that i will eventually. be fine.

i have God. and i have love. and i have the riot. to keep pushing forward. for.

i need nothing else.

not much else.

a place to run too would be nice. but as it has been for many years now. i have no home to run too.

no shelter to seek. no protection. it will be me against. this and that. tit and tat.

he had to ruin a perfectly good saturday.

right when i decide to get positive and get on the right side. something always happens to push it to the dark side.

only the universe knows the story. the plan. i am merely a character.

the riot is all i truly do have.

she is all i need.