I wake up to find it’s another four aspirin morning, and I dive in. I put on the same clothes I wore yesterday. When did society decide that we had to change and wash a tee shirt after every individual use? If it’s not dirty, I’m gonna wear it. I take the stairs to the car and there’s fog on the windows. I need caffeine in my blood stream. I take caffeine in the blood stream. I grip the wheel and all at once I realize: my life has become a boring pop song and everyone’s singing along.
so, hang on. it’s gonna be a hard day.
jack’s mannequin (into the airwaves)