bottle 12 or bottle twelve, guest starring matt carter

matt carter argued that my statement of fighting cock not being the poor man’s version of wild turkey wasn’t exactly right and he was valid in some senses, if only that drunks can argue taste. feeling however, will be argued.

none the less, cash rules everything around me lest we forgo a common reality that chases us all. i had a serious point but goddamn if the cock didn’t stop me in that phase. the counter productive smashing style. rope and dope. flogged beyond comprehension. after. after my…

what is today’s lesson? aside from listening to “enter the 36 chambers” by the wutang clan i have no idea. well maybe listen to “ironman” because there is no need to let someone think you’re not serious as a motherfucking heartattack. if they think that you’re not you’ll get sold short. which, for the record, can be sweet and/or turn on you like an example that makes you understand the violent nature of living.

know when to hold em and know when to fold em, aint it funny.