I Am Freaking Out
The other night I was talking to an old friend and he said something that's been freaking me out. Back in the 80s before I moved to another state I used to hustle up and down Santa Monica blvd. That was my spot.
He mentioned how I never met my dad so for all I know he could have been a John to me. I sincerely hope not. I've been racking my brain trying to think of every face, every person. I don't think that would have ever happened. I don't think he would be the type to do that. Ugh I can't quit thinking about it. It's stressing me out.
I just want to throw up.
He mentioned how I never met my dad so for all I know he could have been a John to me. I sincerely hope not. I've been racking my brain trying to think of every face, every person. I don't think that would have ever happened. I don't think he would be the type to do that. Ugh I can't quit thinking about it. It's stressing me out.
I just want to throw up.
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