More often then not, when you just feel like shit and everything you do deserve a one way trip to the incinerator, you just need people to give you a giant slap and shake your brains out before you chug the booze and headbang your head into the nearest wall.But after that phase, you just face the godamn-I don't-give-a-flying-pickle about all these anymore moment.Thats where you start stoning.
And that is where a great cup of coffee comes along and make your day a lil less dreadful and now, you have a smiley artist that is all high on imaginary meth and talking weird things at 4am.
Heh.
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