It's the 19th of November 08, my birthday.
I'm sitting in a cellar, somewhere in North Dakota, I think. I normally don't give myself time to sit and relax, but, I found some paper and a pencil and I figured that writing a little bit would be my gift for the year.
To anyone who finds this. I just want you to know that, I tried. I tried so damn hard to do the right thing. But morals get pretty skewed when you live in times like these.