A longtime of War. A never-ending battle. And UnwantedÖI have been stationed for months, many more months than i supposed. My record is that I don't shower enough, that I smoke in the rooms, that I don't dress smart enough, I do, I dress cool. Always. Well, the monster remained. New songs come and go, the stereo is an ashtray now, covered in mashed burnt plastic scars, and little dusty cells. Taped three brand new hits on over-used cassette. I was in monster many long. Then booted it, and free. Too many long. Here's how the days went; A little less bully, swearing, and some more help, kindness. Because I could come back with this, and say it's failed, and what could be telling me this? And....? another thing; something is letting men through the day, about every half hour for a few minutes. F****Off, I saw a man, there, I saw three times, someone trying to punch her head, and I've managed to keep them away, and when I get high...nicotine, just go....stop worrying you have to be there, and If I'm saying things like * *** while looking for the dropped needle, then I say, low...sorry....that's a surprise...talking like that, every ten minutes!!