It was right in the fucking middle between the middle contraption and the seat. Right where my human eyes couldn't see it. There was no edge that was popping out so that I could have identified it right away. Motherfucker.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
why i'm mental
There are dozens and dozens of reasons why I should be in a mental institution. One of those reasons came around 9pm when we were about to leave for Jorge's apartment to fix a PS2 problem. I felt my backpocket to see if my wallet was there. It wasn't. I searched for 45 mintues before my dad said to check the middle in the van. It wasn't on the floor. It was right here (crude drawing by the way):
It was right in the fucking middle between the middle contraption and the seat. Right where my human eyes couldn't see it. There was no edge that was popping out so that I could have identified it right away. Motherfucker.
It was right in the fucking middle between the middle contraption and the seat. Right where my human eyes couldn't see it. There was no edge that was popping out so that I could have identified it right away. Motherfucker.