Most of you readers out there are full grown . It's about time you started to act that way. Your room is a pig sty. How can you find anything in that mess? No wonder you are flunking half your classes! I'll treat you like a an adult ......blah blah blah and so forth . Your mom isn't going to be around to pick up after you forever.
This morning I look around the room where I do my thing (I'm reluctant to call it an office or a studio or anything a real person would have) and I feel shame. It is knee deep in tool catalogs, half written songs, empty boxes, skiing gear, barbells, busted tools, and banna peels and comic books. I wish my mom was alive.
I'll have to staighten up tomorrow, as I have too much to do today. I'll do those things while cursing the darkness. Tomorrow. Clean up your car.
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