What a weekend

I spent the better portion of the past two days digging Chris's truck out of a partially dried up lake bed. My knee is fucking killing me, so I took some Vicodin. I think my tolerance is too high...

I might have a job by the end of the week.

No more fight left

And I keep looking at your pictures, and I see I'm not in any of them anymore. And I start to feel so alone.