casey sleeps in my room almost as much as i do anymore. i doubt any of his friends believe that we actually don't do anything. and we don't. that's the funny part. he takes care of me when i'm drunk and then i pass out. right now i don't know what i'd do without him as my friend.

i am not who i used to be.

and there is some asshole motherfucker making banging noises outside. die motherfucker, die. i don't care what you're fixing. it is 10:30 in the morning. whatever it is can wait until afternoon.