smoke, mud and smiles

No sleep makes one shakey and cry on the inside. I have this friend who, in general conversation with ANYBODY, can manage to give them a descriptive truth about where they came from, why they do what they do, and most importantly, the inner turmoils they have and have been carying along with them for most of their lives. It is truely something to behold. He is the kind of guy who lays it out for you in a way most of us cannot process without some pondering. The anger has to be let out on someone or something before any newness can even be inspected. Or it can be buries with all the other truths we only bring up in times that seem appropriate. Then again, what the fuck is being appropriate? lol