why on earth am i sitting here on a park bench. in the snow. at 4:11 in the morning?
underneath this bench is sentimentle - for reasons i won't bother. i'm not even old enough to drink, but yet i sip this hennessy - which my newports compliment. this thc keeps me sane. maybe too sane for my own good.
don't be shy. this painkiller works magic. only to find yourself sitting on a park bench on a foreign street. but medical attention doesn't ease the pain.
just thought you were wonderin...