I had a friend who was a clown. When he died, all his friends went to the funeral in one car.
I need one of those baby monitors from my subconscious to my consciousness so I can know what the hell I'm really thinking about.
Because I don't believe everything I read.
I tried to hang myself with a bungee cord. I kept almost dying.
Plan to be spontaneous tomorrow.
I look like a casual, laid-back guy, but it's like a circus in my head.