Spice

The amount of cologne the guy standing next to me has on is debilitating. I can barely see and am having a borderline asthma attack. Can I call assault? This is a violent siege of my olfactory senses. Jesus .. For the love of.. 

This is it, this is how I die: suffocated at the hands of Old Spice. Please tell my loved ones I loved them.

My sister can have my iPhone and iPad. My dad can have my TV and computer. My mom gets anything her heart wants. My nephew gets my bed and car, and my niece gets my drums. 

To my girlfriend: she gets all my music, my shirts, my ice cream, my guitars and my camera. Tell them all....

Uugggghhhhhh.....