chapter two (run)

I might not be able to run off into another country or ship myself away for a vacation. Yet I had been transported back through time.  I found myself at the Bill Grahman yesterday night with my childhood best friend and many other people I know who were in attendance there. I was pinched and got my hair pulled by these three stupid white boys. However I was able to throw my bra as ASAP ROCKY and that's all that really matters here.

I am creating a newly improved SoundCloud while I eating my cheerios and take my new meds.

I have come to realize that maybe taking my newly prescribed meds isn't too terrible. But it definitely leaves me a little looney.

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