Left the house at 11 o’clock, back by two. Sober. Didn’t go into the places I was going to go into, but somehow spent fifty dollars. Had a stomach ache all day but played video games while watching Bored To Death. Wasn’t Bored To Death. A lady in the BP servo didn’t have shoes on, excitedly adjusted her tits looking into her reflection in the dairy cabinet. She said “YOU GUYS DON’T SELL WHIPPED CREAM DO YOU?” a little bit too loudly and continued to look like a stripper. Then I laughed and ate the beef jerky while some cops did a u-turn to catch a speeding black SUV. Chase ensues. See the suv two minutes later without police. Wrote disjointed prose and misappropriated past tense. Have a nice week.
They say don’t get high on your own supply but I really like meth