always seems dangerous especially at night when there were no bodyguards around. Justin walked a few steps before me with some chick I’ve never seen before. Where was Britney? The last I heard was she came to see Justin, got fucked and left for Paris all in one day. Not far really. I wanted to leave this place. I would love to fly to Paris. Paris. Maybe when I’m old I’ll retire and move there. I’m sure I can learn to speak Spanish. I believe JC can speak Spanish but he doesn’t say many nice things really. For some reason, he hasn’t been with Justin for awhile. I don’t understand what’s going on with them. Maybe they broke up or JC got back with his ex-girlfriend. Joey told me that she died but I don’t believe that. She can’t be. Who would want to kill her? She was a sweetheart. Well… most of the time. There was this one time where she got really pissed off at Joey and tried to run him over with his own fucking car! I don’t think I’ll ever remember that day. It’s all clear to me. I want to fly. Flying would be fun… just fly around the world instead of taking a plane. You can’t fly with planes. No, they won’t let you. Maybe next time I’ll get a seat on the wing of the plane. Ha! That would be funny. The guys are inside and they look out the window and look! There’s Chris sitting on the wing having a cup of tea while watching the in-flight movie. I wonder what they’d be showing. I hope it’s something good like Cowboys Space. I love Clint Westwood. He’s a great dancer. My neck hurts and I crack my toes hoping that will help release the tension. Lance is walking funny and I can’t help but laugh at the way he is moving. It’s really cute. I want to move like that only I’m not special. He’s a wonderful girl. Yes… his breast are really square and they just sit there with a happy smile on their face while I go to the dry cleans to wash some dirty fruit. There’s so much dirty fruit out there that I don’t know if I can run that fast. Under everyone’s clothes, there’s a little man names Nick that people say is a member of the girl group Boy Zone only I’ve never seen a woman that had a penis. Oh wait, Justin. Nevermind. The pickles are getting cold. I want to play, yes. Playing with little green boogers while eating rat sandwiches and drinking red urine while watching a cat tape a fucking bomb to it’s ass. I’ve never wanted to be nail polish that just doesn’t work. It smells like cherries and semen which is good because that means the yellow berries are ready for picking. Nothing makes sense like I saw a pig turn into something ugly and green with orange things with the mold. Random arm spasms which can be safe as long as a big truck with blue stickers that glow in the dark. And the whole world just wants to go on a picnic. Bleach. B-L-E-A-C-H. Whatever happened to Jake the Snake and his one and only love that I wanted when I was fourteen. So much shit to deal with now that I don’t think I can be the main man. And then Justin turned around to me and said that he loved to smoke weed on Sundays. I asked why would you want to date or even fuck a rhino but Joey shrugged as henext