Garbage Sale

I'm a number of things. Probably a sharp, loud, dirt, nerd. Or a gone, bright, dork, hack. Somewhere in there. It's like that candy machine, all sorts of stuff, but hard to say what you're going to get for 25 cents. Why am I talking about myself. This isn't an autobiography, it's an autobotgraffiti, c'mon, she said that at the start of class. I'm not giving you my answers.

I'm in love with these places.

Does that me crazy?