Jack Fisher

taking a weekend trip to new england with candace. open roads, open skies, turning of summer, leaves, brooks, forestsbeacheslighthouses - hills and bridges and man it's going to be walden.. weee..

porn n' ice cream. don't need em. don't really want em'. they're kinda bad for you. but fun? eh

There was an incident yesterday. On the N train, heading uptown. North to home, to dinner, to another normal night of whatevers and whatnots.

if only girls knew what went on inside the testosterone-addled malfunctioning male brain.

happiness is like peeing in your pants. everyone can see it and you can sure feel it.

it had nothing on it. like me. worn out by another cycle, another time through the wash. rehashed. nothing to say really anymore because it's all the same shit.