Sleeping in a basement filled with rap, dirt, and my best friends. We drank ourselves silly, smoked ourselves silly, talked ourselves out. Not but 12 hours ago I was waking up. We had spent the night yelling off of a fire escape, drinking, and telling everyone how much we loved/hated/indifferented one another. It’s just another day in the life of the inane and confused; we aren’t much but we are existant, and I guess that’s something to brag about