Christmas is Fake

Not gonna lie. I hate christmas. Why? Cause I'm the grinch, that's why.

No, I am not the grinch. But I do hate christmas. Or maybe just the time of the year. Or maybe its just the time right now and I feel miserable because of something else. THAT. Yeah. That is propably more likely.

In my last blog post I was talking about how you need to have bad experiences too. And this is one of those times, minus the whiskey though. But the substitute this time is the night. I drove out somewhere.

Tumbling through the night. One large bright spot in front of me and lots of blackness surrounding me. My gas tank gets emptier by the mile. I am not forgetting my problems. Just slipping into an almost uncounscious state. A Dreamy one.