what you make of it....

I'm losing faith in everyone. Completely. Nobody is real not even me.

Don't call me Bro!

I don't like to be called Bro. I had a brother and you're not him. I don't need or want another one.

Also since I'm saying shit now. My name is Harold not Harry.

And lastly, I'm not really into shaking hands even with my friends. So don't be offended.

It's bring me down.

I found another one on the interweb today. Never would have thought. I don't know why it bringing me down so much. I don't even know these people. I got to stop having feeling. I need to drink more.

Random shot. Busted up tricycle in Venice, CA. it's been there for a while.