Typing This In A Towel

Fair warning:  if I don't get what I want (not deserve), I am leaving again.  Philadelphia is more of a downer than Tom Hanks with AIDS, it's getting real hard to stay in this city, and I'm not happy about that. Miami, New Orleans, Puerto Rico (grand theft boat), California (not yet), here I come with a vengeance.  COMIN OUT FOR BLOOD AND SHIT. YEAH. I'm thirsty for the tropics, right now a  swamp-side orange stand is where I need to be.  Shit's destiny, shit's fucked up though.

Today/The Only Fortune Ever:  "It's hard not to remember dogs forever."