...space out with cheap wine, Luckies, and an ever-increasing collection of Geto Boys tunes. Especially when you're gettin' some writing done.
The day may come when this shit catches up with me, and I probably won't be ready for it, but all I can say is that I doubt I'll regret it too much. Or that I hope I won't regret it too much.
Hot damn, time to quit thinkin' and make with the fiction.
And some more vino.
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