I’m fuckin’ high as fuck right now. I don’t even know why I am writing some blog post at two past midnight. Seriously, this is a new low. I ate a steak, had a bottle of wine and did a bunch of random party drugs I found in an old backpack I had in my closet. Seriously contemplating whether or not I should just totally move to a mountain and exist there like some sort of mountaineering gangster. Like, get the flannel, say fuck this blog, fuck my 3 legged dog I gotta fuckin drag around all the time… the guy pisses on his front 1 leg all the damn time… I got this dog who’s front paw ALWAYS smells of piss. What is going on with my life.? Is this even real?
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