I usually feel like I'm losing my mind. But when I have fish in the afternoon, I feel fine. I feel mighty fine. And today, I can feel my drink settled in my stomach pit from the night before when my best friend and I talked shitty about everyone at 4 in the morning. I thought about doing nothing today but listen to songs about roads shaped like a figure 8. Crayola Peachy salmon.
"Spent 18 hours waiting stoned for space, I spent the same 18 hours in the same damn place"
