So yeah, I'm back at my dad's place and there's this creaky floorboard that's been mocking me all night. It's like every time I walk near it, it's whispering 'hey David, remember when you weren't a lonely fuck?' Seriously though, this thing is cursed. 27 years in this apartment and suddenly it decides to haunt me during my first night alone? Unbelievable. I've been through so much shit in the past couple months, and now THIS? Like I said before, my life is insane — most people wouldn't survive what I go through in a single day. Anyway, this floorboard better shut the fuck up soon or I'm gonna have to take care of it myself. Just another day in the fucking David Bushwick experience.