I loved you
You were my first real exposure to funk. But you were more than that.
Coming from a small midwestern town, you were BATSHITFUCKINGINSANEANDDANGEROUS.
So it’s tax day. Take the day off from the job that has no work. Take the day off from the shitshow that keeps you alive. Do your fucking taxes.
Before that, crash at 10 on the couch.
Oh fuck, is it time to get up?
Nah, it’s just midnight. Go to bed.
Now it’s 4:20.