al pacino

i’m pathetic. that’s what i am.

i am desperately looking for snippets of life’s meaning from al pacino movies. friggin’ al pacino movies! now, where the fuck will that get me? farther than where robin williams and tom hanks movies can take me i guess.

hey, it could be worse. i mean, i could be trippin’ on some other stupid stuff like drugs and shit... or those senseless pauly shore cameos and ecino man re-runs.

heck! i don’t even have the slightest clue on what the fuck i’m saying here. yes, a serious hangover from guyabano juice and watching american fucking idol can do this to you.

truth is, i'm hungry, i'm sleepy, i'm fatigued, i'm confused, i'm out of focus, i'm tired, i'm dead-tired, i'm numb, i'm cold... and i miss my wife.

and oh, i almost forgot... i'm out.