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22 October 2013 @ 02:58 am
Smacks on bricks...  
Jesus!  That old saying is haunting me after I read it in a letter last night.  Rikme!  I had so many feelings just rush over me and I didnt know what to do with them.  Breathe.

And so I thought of Norm and I got an aching in my chest and the pit of my soul, yo.  Thats church...skinny Pete style!  Im an incredibly selfish thing at times but hey, Im the bad guy.  Ive accepted that.  Ive let it go.

Corri raised hell and moved to the blue room.  Ive got a blanket see?  Im in shock because Ive got a blanket!  IDGAF.  Sometimes its the sorry dreams that follow us around.  I want to see Eamon and I cant.  They all say so.  Im that shit as a dad.  Ok.  Failure is what I excel at most, obviously.  I make sure the kid has a roof and 3 squares but I cant fucking hold him.

I saw Andy and Mike on Friday and it wasnt awkward.  It was life and it was death.  I wanted it to be like it used to because I need people in my life and so I go back to the regulars, even if they're damned.  I crave the scene.

I might be manic.  Nuclear bomb.
(Anonymous) on October 26th, 2013 08:08 am (UTC)
Hugs for you, Kip. You know where I am if you need me. Whenever.

W xx