What day was it again?
Luna (my pet cockatiel) is doing well. I love caring for a pet… already I feel that little bird is a friend of sorts. I struggle connections as far as friends go. Been threatened far to many times with being beaten to death. Once I guy carved a mace like stick with a fist seize gnarly piece of wood at the end of it because I bummed to many cigarettes. Once did not have food for a few days so eight some nachos out of a buddies fridge who gave me a key to his apartment. He put my middle finger in a cigar cutter when he was drunk and told me he couldn’t support to feed the both of us… I gave home the key back. I think the thing I struggle with is knowing what purpose friendship has. Thinking back to another memory where some guys my age were partying next door and I sat out in the rain chain smoking. I don’t know why it sticks with me. I don’t know why this savage darkness does nothing but abide in the periphery. I was watching home movies when I was...