It's October 10th, 2002, and it's taken 21 years for me to begin to understand who I am, and this is a summary of what I can tell you about myself. If I wasn't a southpaw I'd still buy left-handed watches.
It's December 11th, 2002, and where has the last two fucking months gone? To hell. I'm too nice, I help people too much, I'm too sentimental, and I'm too fucking angry. If I didn't have the problem of being generous and honestly caring, I'd fucking kill every last one of you people with the biggest smile on my face.
It's January 20th, 2003, and all truths are known and all lies undone and words once again heal, not harm.
It's February 24th, 2003, and no amount of cocaine and rock 'n roll could have replaced the rising sun.
It's April 14th, 2003, and I'm too distracted to keep track of the date.
It's December 29th, 2003, and I'm still too distracted to keep track of the date but for a different reason.
It's September 7th, 2004, and all I give a fuck about is money.
It's June 27th, 2005, and it's about time to add a notch to the belt.
It's February 26th, 2007, and I look back on my life and cannot stop laughing at all the right choices I've made.
It's March 4th, 2008, and I'm still just as lost, but I notice a lot more detail.