I live in a van. I wake up in random cities and no one ever knows where to find me. It’d be really easy for me to slip up and shoot heroin. AND YET…
Here I am, freshly scrubbed, walking downtown Gainesville in clean clothes, eatin’ cookies, listening to Assorted Jellybeans, gettin’ a cup of coffee before I attempt to crash into some art galleries.
It’s 7AM, guys. The creeps are all out.