Throwing my head back, tossing a handful of chocolate chips in my mouth like a pill popper. Staring at my own reflection. I don’t recognize myself anymore.
You’d think the patrons at BookPeople would be able to read “compact cars only” yet I find myself wedged between a Lincoln Navigator and the Christopher Nolan Batmobile
Just saw a guy in airport security take off his flip flops, walk with his disgusting bare feet 🦶 to a recycling bin, pull down his mask, and spit tobacco juice into the recycling bin. Yum.