why do I have to get my head stoved in? and by some skinny girl? I have to say that my mountain of proof that people turn to shit at the slightest provocation is going to have to get divided into 2 mountains. my fault was being sincere. brave. and in the intensity of an intense situation, I was intense.

but all in all, I was laid back.  I provided support, a place to level out, tried to make a “home”. tried my best. tried to be strong and prove out the strength of true love. and none of this for  glory or fame. I felt compelled by compassion for another.

and for that, I get a misspelled note from some other skinny girl: “take a look in the mirror, old man.”