texts: No again? </s> <s> I said I'd consider it. Nobody owns me. And the last thing was insane. I don't know what's wrong with him... No magazines. </s> <s> Really?
labels: I don't know if I can quit. We're gonna try it together, like, you know, AA or something. And I made him give up his .22. No more sneaking around the hills with his fucking nut gun like some loony tune.