The right thing to do 


You’re no good baby you’re no good I’m gonna say it again 

  

You haven’t been scared shitless til you’re on the backroads of a sugar plantation wondering how the fuck you’re going to get everyone out alive without someone ending up in jail. We need to leave was my standard. As I’m six foot tall and the one usually with my shit together (except the times I’ve been in jail but I was alone so safe to say if you’re with me that means I am safe), my less vertical friends at the time (coz they sure ain’t friends now) generally left their Hawaiian boyfriends behind, to tend to their wives. What a mess. Not me, it ain’t me. These people work at Pixar and own a yacht now. I like siting on the floor or so I tell myself because I don’t know why i say anything at all 

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