I am sitting in my office listening to 80's hits baked out of my mind on ten grams of cannabutter and a couple of jack and diet cokes on Thursday at 2 pm feeling like a total degenerate. I am living in a retirement community where it is 55+ in a small town.
I light of my budding interest in kitchen chemistry I have to wonder what the fuck else is going on around me that I am totally unaware of.
The storm can not hurt the sky.