I know that it is one of the most senselessly self destructive acts that one can commit, and that many people think it smells bad, and that it is a representation of class struggle and poor education, but I miss when all of the Cool people that didn’t give a fuck hung out outside of a workplace swapping stories whilst killing themselves at similar rates.
I guess people could stand around and look at their phone for fifteen minutes part way through their shift, but it doesn’t hold the gravity of wincing against a sheet of sleet and recalling the harrowing tale of the Nor’ Easter of ‘95. Or that one time Sheila kicked you out of the apartment for No Reason during the Nor’ Easter of '95.
If I see someone out on a 15 they have their headphones on because they have their reality so bespokely edited that their world is filled with carefully selected music or bantering friends they will never meet.
The shrooms are wearing off, so I should stop yelling at clouds soon.
Can’t be. He’s smoking.
They took that away from us too.
I know that it is one of the most senselessly self destructive acts that one can commit, and that many people think it smells bad, and that it is a representation of class struggle and poor education, but I miss when all of the Cool people that didn’t give a fuck hung out outside of a workplace swapping stories whilst killing themselves at similar rates.
I guess people could stand around and look at their phone for fifteen minutes part way through their shift, but it doesn’t hold the gravity of wincing against a sheet of sleet and recalling the harrowing tale of the Nor’ Easter of ‘95. Or that one time Sheila kicked you out of the apartment for No Reason during the Nor’ Easter of '95.
If I see someone out on a 15 they have their headphones on because they have their reality so bespokely edited that their world is filled with carefully selected music or bantering friends they will never meet.
The shrooms are wearing off, so I should stop yelling at clouds soon.