Free Work

I am drunk. I know, I know. As an employee of the Untied States of Amercia, only the greatest planet that God ever bestowed his fist upojn, I should set a better example. I really should. I tried to. In fact, I drank the wine out of a paper sack in case anyone may have reconized me and wondered what a Godfearing man is doing in a park without his shoes, but theres times when I feel so down about not having insurance to pay for my eardrum and loosing my job while I was incarnicated in jail, and bills just piling up, and if you think I'm going to steal from my mother's social security check, you've got another think coming!! I am poor, my crotch is soggy, and I have been escorted from two parks. Thank GOd for libaries! Free internet. I LOVE libraries. And I love Mr. George. Love, love, love him. Sometimes, I love him so much. I love him so much that I imagine being him. Someone who can just stand in front a people, blink his eyes a few times, and then saying things. I feel warm and