Why you trying to avoid home, homie?Breakfast? Well what I really wanted as the dawn broke was 100 mg of Seroquel and about 20 mg of Zolpidem.
But to my terrified surprise the cupboard was bare, So I ate 4 x the LSD dose I’d had 12 hours previously.
Now it’s midnight and I am on the other side of town, naked, scrolling Bluelight, and huffing on some primo meth while trying to come up with new reasons for not going home.
I have a nice apartment and a very large and luxurious bed. But I’m the only person ever there. And I’m fucking awful. And no amount of luxury can compensate for the gritty ugliness of hours awake with your own anxieties and your lonelines in a cold bed.Why you trying to avoid home, homie?