all yo thieves and bankers fools and fool-ies i'm done, so don't be lookin' at me like that like i dont know what i'm talkin about writing about, sippin and slippin into drunkeness, and spit spit back out into the re-all world O Alcohol, you fail me time again from rooftop ledges to battered green hedges i always sober up in the end. the end. i'm a writer now ya hear i bona fide writer. suckers!
Reason for writing:
done wit my book
Birth sign: Cancer
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