I swear to dog, if people keep telling me how many days there are until Christmas, I might punch someone in the fucking neck.
i’m tripping balls.
Albert Camus (via kushandwizdom)
…or just trying to appear normal.
So many people I know in this restaurant right now. Seems like someone from different stages of my life at every table. I’m starting to wonder if this a surprise intervention.
Or did I die?
My new work photo.
Would you trust this guy?
too true, sadly.
So, my younger brother just became a grandfather - i have a few words about this. FUCK. THAT. SHIT.
I’m in no kind of hurry to be a grandfather.