lesmels

So it's 7:30 am and I just went to the bank in order to deposit money so that I could pay my storage bill a day too late. I knew that I had at least a tenner floating in there after everything cleared so on my way home I stopped to buy a bottle of wine at 7 11. I was elated to see they had a bottle of that cheap Gato Negro cab/merlot mix (much preferable to the Thousand Oaks) and found myself in line behind a lanky boy in jeans, cowboy boots, and a black 10 gallon hat. Somewhere in between the realizations that there was a display of petrified/dehydrated alligator heads on the counter instead of Snickers bars, that I was in a bleach-spotted tank top with no bra, and that no one found my purchase at such an hour the least bit unusual, I suddenly said to myself "Holy fuck...who the hell am I and what have I done with myself?"

True story.