The one thing that you absolutely do not want to do is fuck with me. If you want me anywhere near or in your life. My own parents learned this. Are they obeiscent? Hell no, they are my parents. But they do not direct me as I do not direct them. And nobody is more important to me, especially in this moment with zero romantic interests, my only family stretches backward. And parallel, but my sister is done, has done. And so my gene stream is assured. Sons and daughter of doctors, all the better to say -don't fuck with me. I am happy as a dead end now. And you are beautiful, so beautiful. And I am freer than a human being could possibly be. I suppose that you should not really even accuse me of being alive. For I have seen my original face.
It profits me little to confess my druggy days. Anyway: may I humbly suggest hallucinagens if you are having ego problems? NYC needs to drop a big tab to see how important it is. Not. Eat a big button.
Married at 23. On MTV at 19. Cuckolded, divorced at 25. Forgive me if I seem less than fascinated in your adventures. Mine are behind me. What's ahead is life in all it's splendor. I did say -forgive me.