Tonight I Will Be Having The Pudding

Fuck this bullshit














I just had a tooth pulled out of my face. I had another pulled almost a year ago in London. I walked back to the hotel at six in the morning spitting blood the entire way. It was not fun then, and it's no fun now. It hurts, and makes my face swell up. Last time I had planned on getting a gold fang in the big gap in my mouth. Maybe now I'll get two.














Tonight I will have the soup, pudding, and maybe some Vicodin and beer.