Humboldt Doors and Gravy Parks are the only reason the best writers haven’t made their decision. The greatest decision of junkism authors. Giving up the ghost or putting down the bong and pack of cigarettes. Forsake the bottle and all my friends are gone now. What to do. Empty in nicotine and weed soberdom. At least a sense of being sober. And all I feel is boring. What to do. More humdrum..more monotony. I realized there was a term for this, long ago made. Not by I and I’m not sure who. But I honky tonk alone in my room. Just some beers or a glass of wine and loud music that never cease to play. What to do. Let time slip away.
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