alpha incipiens

a trusted friend told me I should fucking roll, so I'm fucking rolling. six months from now I will be a) richer than croesus, or b) sucking droplets from an empty plastic jug (not really a jug, bigger than a jug and easier to handle; maybe a jeroboam?) of the times, panhandling on san pablo avenue with a cardboard placard announcing that I WILL VALUE CHECK IN POSITION FOR FOOD or c) status fucking quo.

indigestion: garble garble.
soundtrack: magnetic fields, "i wish i had an evil twin"
bankroll: $2,270