I know that some of the folks I owe money to come here to see what I’m doing.
Working like a bastard to change my vocation sans loot for education and scratching out every dollar I can just to live and keep the very limited amount of not great yardsale shite I still have.
I’m not into stuff anymore anyway. I’m done with wanting to be rich.
My plan is to be a successful writer or model inmate, whatever comes first.
If its the inmate thing, it will be a while before we settle up. If its my way, it should only be half a depression or so.
But settle we will. When I can again make promises I can keep.
If you are NOT someone I owe loot to, please ignore everything you just read.
Tom Waits – Make It Rain (Letterman 09.09.04)
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