hello,poor

Wednesday April 8th 2009

We're not bored,just poor.

We're all so broke as fuck right now that everyone comes to my place & we draw tattoos on one another with a black marker & drink cask wine.

I forgot to tell you a story from a few weeks ago,I can't believe I forgot to tell it man!

STORY GOES...

In the psych ward,this guy walked outside and sat near me.He had a womens magazine & had it slightly folded in half.In the fold was a white substance & I watched him as he placed the magazine down on the bench & started to "cut" what someone would assume was coke,but was just merely sugar from the coffee trolley.I sat there in amazement as he cut the sugar,not pausing to look up once,but so consumed by his intentions.He cut the sugar into lines & then proceeded to snort the fucking lines of sugar.He looked up at me & said "that's fucked man".I laughed so much.

That's my story.

If you didn't know,I don't smoke.
I'm on the verge of starting to smoke right now.The past few months I seem to be surrounded by cigarette smokers,being in the psych ward,literally EVERYBODY smokes...it's their only sanity.I was the only non-smoker,well me & the 70 year anorexic lady.

I've been craving the smell of tobacco & I told a friend this,she passed me her packet of Styvos & a lighter & said "Here have one!You can do anything you fucking want!".Can I just point out that this friend is older than me & is a nurse at the psych ward.

Those are my stories.