Relax, I’ll need some information first. Can you tell me where it hurts?

The countdown has begun. Can I survive another 6 weeks? Is it worth the cash? Where do I draw the line? All I need? Ramen noodles, running Nikes, an 8 ft board, cat food, rent, power money and fistfuls worth of green stuff. And Xanax. Hmmm.

Got a little black book with my poems in…

I got wild, staring eyes…

There’s still nobody home…

This is not how I am.
Usually.