I've been walking around for most of the day so far feeling like complete shit, and it matters less than ever.
Last night, I thought someone had bought everyone a round of drinks, but then it turned out that someone was me. Luckily I didn't have the drug money on me. Foresight...
Next thing I remember, it was almost five am this morning and I was being kicked out of the hospital. I guess I had my stomach pumped.
They're evacuating the city, and so they just kicked me right out of the hospital to make room for someone who's really sick. That's fucking fine with me. Last thing I need is some medical bills.
I guess they have been expecting this for weeks, but I haven't really paid attention. I've finally come into my own lately... I feel like nothing can really go wrong now.
I've spent so much of my life wasting time and scrounging change. Suddenly the tides are changing and things are working out for me. I'm not going to give up my chances just because we're having another unfounded scare.
Some people are going into shelters under ground, and some are trying to just leave as quick as they can.
How the hell do they know they're going to be any safer out there? I mean... I think I'll stick with the home turf advantage.
I've been barfing all day, and my head feels like its going to cave in. In a few more hours I can go pick up the stuff I've been saving up for.
A little bit for me.. and then I'll sell the rest. I've got my own shit under control... its the money that I'm concerned about. I've been waiting my whole life to get what I deserve. I'm not going to high-tail it out of here on a Code Orange warning and try to start all over again on some other fucking planet. Its like they want us to all go so that they can keep us from ever gaining anything on them. Fuck that.
Anyway, once I get the stuff, it'll take the edge off this headache..