A Merry August Christmas

 Ok bruh.... I just got home and.... 

MERRY CHRISTMAS! 

I just got my Christmas presents. I was in jail for Christmas, then the first day of my release I broke probation, fled the state, and ended up walking almost 500 miles to Portland. 

I REEEEEALLY just LOOOOVE the entire ride along kit I got for my car. 

Too bad I flipped it like 6 times trying to get away from the cops. 

Oh well..... I'll be driving again in a few months now. 

Life's weird.... I love that. 

Fuck normality bro. 

Lex says "Cool Story.... Brooooo" 

But the story as to how I came about getting Christmas presents in August actually is kinda cool. 

Its a whirlwind of emotions, failures, and small triumphs. 

Its a tale of tears, confusion, love lost and hope. 

Its complex.... yet simple in its complexity. 

I failed.... 

Yet here I am.... 

Back on my feet again trying to become a better man. 

This weird ass situation came about from a series of unfortunate decisions. 

It is a cool story honestly.

At least I'm happy about it. 

Got socks bro.... as a man who was homeless for years. I cherish my socks. 

Well... gotta get going. Required to hit these meetings. 

Come on girl. 

I hope youre there. 

-Butterfly

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