Welcome one and all to The Randomness of My Crackhead. I have no idea who you are, how you got here, or even where the door is so I can tell you to leave, but whatever, I'm confused anyway. If you continue to read on for some reason, you will probably be disapointed because I don't know what to write about, this just seemed like a good idea so I could give my mind a place to vomit in full view of the public.
As for the title of this blog, I do not have a personal crackhead whom I keep in a basement somewhere and feed mind-altering substances to while occasionally spraying them down with a garden hose so they don't stink too badly during the time that I am away and they are living alone in the dark and surviving off of whatever scattered vermin they find scrambling around the damp and moldy floor. That would be expensive. I mean the drugs for the crackhead would be expensive. And really, what would be the point of keeping a crackhead if you didn't have any crack to give them? In addition, I myself am not on drugs, that would be expensive as well and I have to say that my tolerance for perscribed medications that I have been on before is rather high so it would probably be really expensive. I prefer spending my money on other things like alcohol and poor gambling decisions (Goddamn Detroit Lions, "100 bucks on Detroit to go to the Super Bowl," I said, I knew I should have just put it all on black but noooo, I had to just keep on walking to the sports book).
Anyway, apparently this blog is the result of too many whacks on the head, too few hours of sleep last night, too much to drink this morning, or a combination of all or none of those things. I must go now, my piano is talking to me again and I need to find my shovel.
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