I think it is time for me to start looking for a place over in Juarez. I cannot stomach this loneliness I have put myself into. I am comfortable here, but I am not happy. I truly miss the hedonistic life of the Sexual Outlaw that I used to live. For the past two years I tried to live the responsible and sedate life that "everyone" was advising me to live. It is killing me. I can't do it. I won't do it! It's not my bag, you dig?
It's back to the slums and hookers and junkies and drunks, back to the thieves and the desperate and lost. Back to the ones that know how to live because that's all they got, not all they have. I mean, really, why not?