start saving

my father has recently informed me that i've received a disability check for that old kicker of mine (an injury shrouded in norco-valium-xanax mystery at this point) to the tune of twelvethousandfiftyUSdollars. that's fivefigures. and i'm leaving dallas in 20 days with, like, mad paychecks to add to that, and then there's LA... but new york should stock up on rum. starting last week. seriously. go back in time and get it together. and start learning how to drink it too. i'd kick all you barnacle-ridden scalliwags right off the leeward side of my fine vessel right now if i had one and you were on it but i don't but this magic money might buy/rent me something on the eastcoast and if you're not rum-tested in battle, then you better be practicing yer pathetic strokes and paddles because come the 23rd of the august i got a week of it, which will be brought.

gotta go.

dead people.

also... i don't actually have any money.

or do i?

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