He was right. That son of a bitch was right.
For a week now my routine has been the same. I can’t leave. My girlfriend left, said something about freeing herself. I think it called out to her in her dreams. I don’t know. I don’t care. Every morning this week has been the same. Brew a pot…
Thank you for introducing me to this tumblr. It’s goddamn fantastic. And this is the funniest thing I’ve read all week.