Gunslingers Beware, Lookout Rabbit Spots The Drop Again.

Boy oh boy have I been revealing... I have come to the conclusion that I say way too much of my own shit on here that anybody can read if they want and you know what? Earn it, motherfuckers. I love you all, really, but I don't know you, you never comment, and in the end I just feel like an idiot saying all my personal thoughts with no response, reassurance, or what have you else. Take that, Tokyo.

I will spend this evening out to coffee. I will go to the cafe, order my drink, and sit on the terrace embracing my book and my sketchbook and my pen, the cigarettes, the coffee and the evening air. It is no good to drink coffee alone, but then again, what is the use of staying home? There is nothing here to make me feel warm and welcome, happy and peaceful. Escapism is perhaps the next best thing to peace. I fight for peace, but there are no fights tonight and so coffee out alone is what I shall receive, and I'll have it with as much pride as a man living alone might muster up.