reflection

Author: cobaltman

Date: June 11, 2004

by cobaltman
6-11-04
A wise old man once told me to live every day like it was my last.
The next day, I stabbed my boss in the next with a steak knife, spent my entire college fund on expensive hookers, and huffed a half-can of silver paint on the front steps of the police station.
Lately, I've been reconsidering the old man's logic.