Section 8

Im fucking miserable, I had a home,it exploded in the middle of the night into a fire ball, might still be under investigation,enough of that, I rode the east coast nomadically as a 1%er,had enough of that controlling bs, started up the fraternal order of purpetual inebriations, mostly drunks from the salv arm, was cooking a pot of beans in the back of my bike shop with buddy who had been up for days heartbroken, got to sniffing and he lost it, ended up blasting a shotgun at his truck as he was raging out at me with it, they raided me for moonshine a couple days later, I got a sailboat for free pretty much and try to stay away from people. Im from a lil town where people dont like me and im fucking miserable..I like trains but have not,but have a strong desire.