This is an excerpt from my old journal.
I am the unloved, the unwanted, the dispossessed, and the downtrodden. And my message is more sincere, more honest, and more real than anything you can offer. I’m living this life in real-time, but you are just tourists in my domain. And it is I who will inherit the earth. Not you. Me.
The fuck was I on?
Probably nothing because my handwriting was incredibly neat. Like my Scotch.