longpastbedtime

The world becomes a different place when you're stumbling home drunk from a bar. The things you see, the same scenery you passed on the way to the bar, is transfigured. You see the Toyota Corolla parked on the street, the large Lutheran church on the corner of West and Sheldon, the row of pines alone Lincoln. You see these things, but you don't know them as themselves. Instead, all you can think is, "Damn, I've gotta go. I wonder if I could pee on that and get away with it."

R. Kelly would be proud.