I left my campsite. Done with the fake friends. Done with people touching my shit.
I can’t trust these people anymore. I’m ready to end my probation so I can bounce outta state and change my number.
I don’t want anymore friends. I don’t want a girlfriend or a wife. I just want me and a dog!
It’s supposed to rain for the next few days. I’m going to have to pick a good spot to lay down.
I’m not going back to that campsite to be around people I don’t even like.
Nuke Head 