Jeeze. Every time I look at that TPB stuff, it bring back memories of My Time Campin On That Dike. Shittin in plastic bags, ridin my bike in the snow...... the time I got a paycheck after doin 72 hours of overtime, and was so fucked up, I left a bunch of those plastic bags on [never mind, it wasn't a place I should have been leaving plastic bags of shit, or if i was, well, to not leave sales receipts in em]..... a bit like Ray's old milk bottles left at the dump he was livin in, remember? My old life is like those bags and bottles........ What about you?
