i feel flipped on my back. driven over by limousines. do you have a boyfriend, circle yes or no. what the fuck is this bullshit. i'm hoffa'd into the pavement of bridges. owning a pistol would make me life all better. it would band-aid these hallucinating mornings, it would wipe the chalky nightmares from the slate of my dreams. i would say "i'm taking my pistol with me to the financial aid office tomorrow. i have a feeling everything is going to turn out just fine." i could take it out when i was lonely & spin the chambers. yes i confess to romanticizing the revolver over the semi-automatic. not that the good old colt doesn't tickle my catfish whiskers if you know what i mean.