today's my new years, the day i was born. 24 stinkin years of my life gone, by any stretch a full third, yeah im starting to feel old. i bought myself a 3 dolla cigar. i need to get out of here. it's almost done, i'm tired, i am not happy with any of this, i guess that isn't changing. i need to write more but everyone gets me so fucking down and annoyed. damaged goods comin through for scraps and parts. salvage.