Lonely and crazy and I over think shit and I drink too much and I miss my dog and I want to go home and it want to fix the situations I’ve fucked up and I want to sleep regularly and I want to be strong and not go through this and I want to cuddle with someone who genuinely cares about me I’ve wasted my time on cheaters and liars and that’s a lie, I need a relationship like I need an extra leg and Miss my mom I just should’ve gone back to Texas when I had the chance I don’t want to go to Oklahoma but maybe it’s too late to return the tickets and maybe I’m too selfish I want a true break and god damnit that makes no sense because too much of this is already broke and oh god I’m just so tired.
You would think that Andrew Jackson was giving you his undivided attention, and then you would glance over and notice that he had devoted the last several minutes to making a laborious sketch of an alligator.
“Mr. President!” you would gasp, indignantly.
“I have a bullet lodged inside my body,” he would say. “From killing a man in a duel. A better man than you.” He would resume drawing the alligator.