This was an amazing experience. Tattooing Avante Rose on stage in front of a live audience while The Game preforms.

I woke sandwiched between a pickle and reality. I make a lumbering journey toward the bathroom to relive my bladder. As I returned to the comfort of the covers. I see my leather bound journal on the nightstand next to a half of a yellow Zanax and a clutter I wont begin to describe. In this state of lucidity before responsibility and coffee, I began to write.I write to remind myself of other worldly things but the sedative I took the night before this ramble is changing my view and wants me to go back to sleep. So the spirit is left wondering.
Nausea is preventing my re-entry into slumber. I cant stay here much longer. The morning sickness is not reserved for Just the new mother and alcoholic anymore. My kidneys ache to remind me that I have used up all my chances. I shake it off and try to ignore the dogs plea to let her outside. If I get up one more time then Zeus will lift his skirt and the day will be afoot. I want to sleep.
May nine continues into the late morning with no coursing. I do believe we will only be able to stop it’s procession with a bullet. Is this something you would kill for? I pretend the world is green but I’m color blind. In these Grey days I wonder without regard to sensible thought, it’s your fault for following me this far. I am a travesty and you are a tragedy. So never understand yourself and we will all be fine, because when we start to figure it out is when we start to die.