I wouldn’t call myself a poet and I wouldn’t call myself a writer. I’m not too sure about anything in my life right now. I didn’t even know I was born until the doctor’s told me so.. But I can tell you one thing that’s for sure: It’s that I’m living. ******* right I’m living. I’m out in the world, making love to the American Dream and ******* on the ones that tell me to do otherwise. I’m tearing down walls and raising hell in the streets at night. I’m snorting things, popping things, drinking things, and living a totally ****** up life. But hey man, what’s wrong with it? What’s wrong if I wanna live this way? You never seemed to have cared much when I was around any who.. So *******.