During the day I lay around outlined by sweat like a dead body, waiting for some deus ex machinal pro wrestler to apparate into my home and tear Infinite Jest in half so I don't have to finish reading it. At night I walk around the greatest city on earth conducting a hands on study of what the different types of well whiskey taste like, commiserating over dead memories of women like If the Great Gatsby threw up a lot and really liked monster trucks. Oversharing, tindering, talking about a green light to anyone who will listen. My friends are other human shipwrecks. They're like reverse idiot savants - mostly geniuses but profoundly dumb in one area or the other. For weeks I've felt like hot ice cream melting in a dashboard. Tonight I got a new bit to work and now I'm all pleasant and smiling. Stand up is smack.