Spent the night getting drunk and scheming on Holland Oats: One Man Band with Louis Bardales. There are very few people whose company is as instantly soothing to my soul.
It’s been a tough week, lots of dick moves by people I thought were my friends. This shit is making me strong. I used to to think I’d had all I could take, now I think I’m going to be like fucking Superman by the time I die. What can life throw at me next?
I never thought I would be so tolerant this week. I never thought I’d be able to hold back all the anger and not lash out at people. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a lot better than I would have handled things a few years ago. And I’m glad that’s the way it shook out, even if people don’t give a fuck about being tolerant or kind anymore.
I’m sorry, K.V. you probably checked out at a pretty good time in human history. But I’m guessing you’d probably say any other time would have been just as well.