Tuesday, July 12, 2011

My Alter Ego

You wake up and start speaking to your dogs in a strange accent. They look at you like you've gone mad and you look to the heavens saying, thank God its whatever day of the week. I want to walk upright again. Be the bastard everyone knows I am capable of for a good cause. I feel the need to make changes to the way I do things, define myself by changing the rules.

No more Mrs. Nice Guy.

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