gooooob morning. there is a box. underneath my tree fren steven. that smells like peanut butter. i am trying my best. to remain calm. but i think it’s for me
I was handed a drink with a straw in it & a fraternity gentleman stops, with Kid Cudi blaring in the background, in a basement of college kids, stares me dead in the eyes in the middle of a function & says
“The turtle you just killed has kids & a wife at home”
And walked away