im eating some chicken. 2nd piece of chicken i’ve ate today. body is starting to break down. im wearing a bright orange autozone shirt and a yellow trucker hat, tilted to the side. really not looking like a winner.
it’s 3am and im pacing back and forth in the computer room, clutching the piece of chicken like i had just slayed it, just pacing back and forth.
steve walks into the kitchen and sees me and i see him.
he said i look like i just got caught masturbating.
god im going to bed, what the fuck is wrong with me.
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