sober thoughts from cat (and peripherals)

where the fuck did april go?

all-day sun shrivellin' my night eyes.

raisin brain.

where my uppers at?

dusted in charcoal from 1AM on.

catch exit 23 off the carpal tunnel.

"remember your weekend spent in review?

--that story's dead. sorry. no check for you."

"shunt it off on the kid."

just call me grunt.

"i know a swell place, gets rowdy at 4.

cheap drinks till 8, no-cover door."

(i've got the 4/20 blues)