fenchurch

I wish I knew what to do about everything.
Because, you know, I guess that would make you god, and that would, you know, rule and stuff.

I had a fun weekend with the crazy folk in Brattleboro, all my favorite people. Whenever I spend time there, I feel like I could just go live in some shit apartment or on the streets and peoples' couches and just do drugs and wander forever and be truly happy, and it kind of scares me. I always look at them and they got their college degrees and realized they could still only get the same jobs they were working in high school but they're all so happy. I start to wonder what it all means in a way that is profoundly irritating when you're sober.

Really, sometimes I wonder what my deal is. It seems my purpose in life is to ruin lives and destroy cities. Like Godzilla. Except really no cities.

So I got royally wasted, stoned and liquored up and attempted to trip on cold medicine and pretty much failed. And I did it all without vomiting because I am king of Shit Mountain.