A Sight for Sore Eyes...

And I'll play you to pinball, hell you ain't got a chance.
Go on over and ask her to dance...

And hey barkeeper what's keepin' you keep pourin drinks
for all these palookas,hey you know what I thinks.
That we toast to the old days and Dimagio too
and old Drysdale and Mantle, Whitey Ford and to you...
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I haven't seen my true darkness in a while, feels good to be back there. Maybe if I stopped taking my pills and just went with my darkness, I could die sooner... Hmmm, A thought to consider.

Lonliness kills me now. Oh wait, oooh cigarettes, free....
Uhm where was I?
Oh yes. Lonliness, a bliss to one in isolation. Yet to one who reads to many old romance novels, it would be a mirical to find another girl that would accept me for who I am.

Now you may think I'm too young for saying this shit... but I have had problems with my life that I had to do alone. Though if I had someone I could compare with and talk with when I entered the door. Someone I could cry on. Someone to take to dinner on sunday night, it would be a miracle.

Now I'm going to tell the truth here. When I was 12 years old, I had an imaginary girlfriend. Sad, yes. But I had more problems in that point in isolation that I had to. I am a freak, I know...
I hate myself for doing that.

Now to go into my corner and cry.

Slick.