so, like, i'm gonna write a book.
but i'm not sure what about. and i've got this small problem, too: i'm not sad anymore. uh, correction---i'm joyful and satisfied and at peace.
remember that scene in The Razor's Edge where he burns all his books to make a fire to keep warm?
dude. you feel me? i mean, do you FEEL ME?
maybe i should have written a book back when i was all fucked up and pissed off and self-destructive.
i gotta figure this out. thotz r welcome.
