On a Sunday morning sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned. 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone. And there's nothing short a' dying That's half as lonesome as the sound Of the sleeping city sidewalk And Sunday morning coming down.
I am an asshole who's too nice for their own good. Figure that one out for yourself. You can't read my crap if you're not on my friend's list anyway. I'm not racist, not too political, and I don't like bullshit. But if you have a good sense of humor and aren't horribly stupid then welcome.