people don’t feel they don’t know me, but i know them. or at least i think i know them.
isn’t it kind of.. maybe funny, how you think you know someone, or that you mean or meant a lot to them, but they don’t ever think of you in nearly the same capacity that you think of them? nobody ever looks to me for stability or advice. i’m not that bad of a guy. i mean most of the people in the world i could give a fuck about, but my friends, even the ones that have done some underhanded shit or shady dealings with me, are always forgiven. people out there, my friends, you know who you are, i don’t want to sound like i’m campaigning, but i’ve known most of you for a lot of years, and we’ve had some good times, a few rough times, but before i break down here on this earth, i want all of you to know, i’m always here for you, I might not have much to live for in this life, and right now i am sounding sad as hell, but you are what i live for. enough of that, back to the journal.
work went by pretty fast. yesterday i went to ohio with my hombre chris k. he will now and forever be known as K now. If you see K, i’m not talking about drugs, i’m talking about chris K. anyhow, we went to ohio for smoke. he always buys a lot, i’m talking cartons, and i buy a pack or two, hey they’re cheaper, what the hell. he lets me pinch off his smoke and for that I am grateful. earlier, sue and i went to novi to pick up her check. I had fun, sue and i had a talk, and sorry to tell you ladies, i am now officially off the market. sue and i are now a couple, and i cannot be happier about that.
i guess now is where i sign off, but once again, a summary, I am here for you friends of mine, and you know how to get a hold of me, so if you ever need anything, let me know.