Some blessed soul bought me an 11 day bus pass across the country . I figure donating to sperm banks could cover the other expenses .
It is early in the morning , and I board the bus . Destination ??? No fucking idea . I am tired to pretending that I know where I am going . Because I never do .
Drinky is in my traveling bag . I can hear his soft and tender voice : " feed me Seymour ." My name isn't Seymour , but what do you expect from a bottle of booze ???"
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