Final Countdown

So I was riding home in the rain the other day. It actually felt kinda nice since it was so god damn hot on the boat. Anyways I was riding home and I saw a body being taken out of the Fortune Teller shop, it was that crazy gypsy. I asked one of the guys working what happened and he said it looked like a heart attack. Now I feel bad for in a way but if she could see the future why wouldn't she have taken an asprin. Way to read that crystal ball. I guess thats what you get for scamming all of those people all of those years, finally came back and bit her in the ass. Oh well, glad I never wasted my money on her.

Its nice out now. All of the people seem to be happy all traces of the snow are gone. The few trees that are still alive are still green. And I am sunburnt. Out on that God forsaken boat all day left me like a fricken lobster. You would think I would have this leathery skin that doesn't get burnt anymore, but I'm no Johnny Depp sailing in that nice water, I'm on a Great Lake. I still haven't found out what's so great about it. Just a big dirty puddle to me. But then again, what is great for me. My job isn't great, my aparment isn't great, my love life isn't great. Shoot, the only thing that I think is great is cheap tequila. But you can be damn sure that cheap tequila equals a great night, and thats how I look at it.