I’m sober as can be; a lot of money was stolen from me, or royalties not paid, and that’s when all hell began to break loose. In the last few years, I’ve rededicated myself to Christ. I want my son to know, Jagger, that your dad is sober. No drugs, and no alcohol. This is a vicious attack…over the last four or five weeks, all of a sudden the IRS has frozen my bank accounts two or three times to leave me completely penniless. Right now, I’m living in a Holiday Inn by the grace of God, because there’s been a couple of weeks that I’ve had to sleep in my truck. I had no money—not even for gas, or food—and I went two days without eating because I had no money, and ended up in an emergency room.
Apples should be everyone’s weapon of choice.
you stupid junkie whore
Debenhams in MahonPoint today. I come for the bargains, I stay for the singy-songy Cork accents and the grasping, grasping hands.