who the heck knows anything, anyway

Sunday, November 18, 2012

we get by with a little help from our friends

Life is terrible and wonderful all at once, every minute, and I find it confusing and difficult to handle sometimes.

Gonzo, I need your existential guidance. Let's split a cigarette on the front porch and think about space and belonging, and then we can go back inside and be funny blue whatevers and no one will be the wiser.