Confounded Accusations

so, yesterday Evita came by and hung out. She's smart. I have some shit on my chest lately, mostly interpersonal relationship bullshit. So, she kind of broke things down for me in a way that made everything clear. Funny. She's a kid and gives better advice then most, like everybody actually that i turn to with my probs. I think that as far as that caca goes it should be out of my hair before i know it. Somethings just aren't worth the trouble. I need life to be easy, i'm fragile like an egg dude so i need to keep all damaging crap at an arm's length. NO ONE comes inside anymore, wives and family members excluded, natch. For the record I'm being slandered on some other blog, so let me set the record straight, my comics are a hell of a lot better then pretty good so put that in your backpack and carry it pretty darn far away from here... ugh, people suck.. i need to hang out with Oola more...


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