Tomorrow

So ripped. Totalled. I am Wrecked beyond belief. Just performed “The Monty Hall” experiment in my living room. Didn't work out. “Same card” kept winning, the guy kept guessing the right bean first time. Statistics: obviously a lie. Somebody has to have the winning lottery ticket. Everything is an outside chance and I am a terrible human being. I am as horny as hell. Bacardi (from the bottle) tastes disgusting. How the fuck would I know if we have cleaning products? Life is wonderful and terrifying and I should Stay Quiet and I should Shut Up and I reckon I am crazy and in love. So drunk. Nothing fits together. Don't care. Manifest destiny, that's the key. I have narrative like Indiania Jones. Things could collapse.

I am a terrible human being but I believe beautiful things might be possible. I am a terrible human being but also I am steeped in failure, stirred in victory, crazy with hope. I am a terrible human being and if my employer ever googles for my alias; well then I guess I will be totally screwed.

Tomorrow anything could happen.

The world is crazy with hope.