Stress? What stress?
Sep. 17th, 2004 07:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgIt's five years ago today. Actually, it was five years ago this morning at 1:30 AM.
And I swore up and down that I would not drive that truck to Sierra Madre again this year. When I did it last year and was certain I was going to be run over.
The truth is, I'd rather go to the Farmer's Market, but I have a errand to do for a friend. A favor to do him, as they would say.
And I have no time to do this kind of post justice. I have to get to work.
FUCK. Just like the last year he was alive. I'm always running off to go to work. Because I have to.
After I quickly Priceline something I can drive to Sierra Madre.
And I swore up and down that I would not drive that truck to Sierra Madre again this year. When I did it last year and was certain I was going to be run over.
The truth is, I'd rather go to the Farmer's Market, but I have a errand to do for a friend. A favor to do him, as they would say.
And I have no time to do this kind of post justice. I have to get to work.
FUCK. Just like the last year he was alive. I'm always running off to go to work. Because I have to.
After I quickly Priceline something I can drive to Sierra Madre.
