Fat Tuesday to be exact, and I'm spending the night watching QE and reading some Marlowe.
If/When I become famous, I think historians will look back and say this is my "Stupidly Alone" phase.
For all the suffering that I'm doing, my art better be fucking genius. I am owed.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.