Sometimes I really wish street drugs made me feel good. They don’t, so I don’t take them; I have always been jealous of people who can get toasted on pot, and shut off their brains.
My headspace, invariably awake during the little hours.
My headspace, invariably awake during the little hours.
Sometimes I really wish street drugs made me feel good. They don’t, so I don’t take them; I have always been jealous of people who can get toasted on pot, and shut off their brains.
The Little Hours