fake plastic tree

Almost 4 in the morning.
Loaded with Stolichanya and Jose Cuervo Tequila.
This goes out to you, Nando, Hooba hooba man. Although you will never read this.
This goes out to you, Chuck D, the eternal fighter, the one who refuses to give up.
This goes out to you, jaT. You have made it. you have proven to me that we can make it in life.
This goes out to you captain, to your logic and brain and to all the human emotions you have deep inside. you are me, I am you and I love you for that.
This goes out to you Dot. A dot you are not. at least not for me. and you know it. and I miss you. and I wish you the best. and happiness and smiles and tears of joy.

And I might regret this in the morning (actually in the afternoon), but what the hell, life it too short. and should be full of love.

LOVE and LIFE go together. They even rhyme.

And Thom yorke is wrong. Life is not always like a fake plastic tree.