god bless america
Naw, ours isn’t a cautionary tale of debauchery.
More of an inspiring journey really.
Borrowing $200 from a friend we slept in Central Park, storing our work clothes in a gym locker until our first commission paid for a hostel.
rags to riches
bags to bitches
I do not think you should be in charge of writing our
presidential platform
and by me you mean you?
And by us we mean who?
I’m sensing a narrative here
I hope so.
Young man, distraught over a country which would send him to
die for empire