Waking up, letters #2
My flight got delayed last night. There was no way I’d make my connection to Austin. My choices were: get my ass to DC, sleep in the airport or head back to Juaqin’s apartment, leave the next morning. I chose the latter. Spent more money for cab fares, fuck it, least I didn't pretend to be tough and sleep in those uncomfortable chairs.
Dude, I don’t wanna go home. I miss the shit out of my kids, but I’m constantly eating dog shit back there. I fucking hate Texas. I’m going back to eat dog shit. I hate my jobs, all three of them, my social life is shit, and I’m probably gonna have to sell my house next year unless I start sucking dick for money.
Dude, what the fuck is so great about Texas. It's so god damn humid and hot.
In any case, least i'm sober. I probably would've dropped some cash getting loaded at airport bars.
I chewed out some kid at a fast food joint this morning for tossing my food on the counter. Now I gotta go make amends for being a dick. Dog shit I tell you, that’s what I eat here.
Enjoy L.A., cock smooch.