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You don't have be a musician to be an Earth Rocker. Andrew Stranberg is an Earth Rocker.
My other best friend is on heroin again. He's back in rehab for his sixteenth time. Good luck with that one. Sick of the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. Sick of all this ♥♥♥♥. I don't go out anymore, cause I hate every ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, I don't care what they're up to. Four years I wasted, sippin on drinks at the bar, chit-chatting with ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ nobodies. Now I stay at home, like a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hermit. I'm not gonna take any ♥♥♥♥ from anyone.
I know what's going on. I got set up. I got jumped. Thank god Nikki wasn't there to watch me get my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ass kicked. She would have wound up with a black eye and prolly went to jail. She has a big mouth.
I live for this ♥♥♥♥. I love it.