I want to leave her with my babies. She has enough money to take care of them. Meanwhile, I’m on a quest for Death. I won’t be around much longer. But I know their Mom, she has money to take care of them. That’s very comforting. Thank you sweety, you’re a good Mom. I told her: Babe, there’s a 1.5% chance I get rich.
I like your odds, she said.
Jail iz hard. U can get hurt by other inmates. Dey might fuck u if u not careful. Specially if u a sexy boy. Also, u should join gang. For protection. In jail fud iz not good, no sir. But hey when I wuz on the outside I ain’t even get no food. No dental care either. In here I do. Dat was not just no rumor. And also Andy, he a great guy. He talk to me about my problems. Only good thing in jail that I met Andy. Ok. I hab to go now. Bye bye.
I applied for law school
I applied to Northwestern Law
I have the upmost confidence
I’ll be accepted
Accepted into Northwestern,
Picture me, a feared lawyer
But you only need to fear me
If you try taking advantage of regular people
Yup. That’s me
Jose, the people’s champion 👊
I wish I could try out the farm life. I like animals. And the city gets boring. I would assign myself the job of feeding the animals. And I’d sleep on a heap of hay. No internet either. I would abandon my phone and try to learn about farming. But what would I do for fun? I guess play board games with my new farm family. Or maybe do some other fun customs that I don’t know about. Ride a horse! For sure I would learn to ride a horse. Watch a little TV. Flirt with the neighboring farm girl. Maybe make a couple of farm friends and talk about farm stuff. I’ll tell them about the city and my previous life. Funny thing is, they’ll probably wish they could try out the city life. Just to see if they’ll like it. Same thing I would be doing.
It’s funny…the only way I’ll stop writing is if I die. So I’m curious to know what will be the last thing I write before death. I would like to come back to life just to see what the last thing I wrote was. Was it something funny? Was it something deep, from the heart? Or was it something, something else?
That’s an interesting thing to think about. What will be the last thing I write before I die?
I’ve always thought about death. Ever since I was a 5 year old genius. I used to make myself cry by imagining what it would be like for my mom to die. And for me to be left alone. I’ve always thought about death. Ever since I was a 5 year old genius.
If not for my parents…I might be homeless
I’m 26 and if not for my parents
I could very well be homeless
I’m so lucky because my mom
She says I can stay here forever
Obviously I don’t want to
But I can’t afford to live
Somewhere else
And I’m 26!
Am I supposed to be embarrassed?
If not for my parents…I might be homeless
And that is NOT sexy
Sometimes reality is not sexy
Sometimes it is
