Days of Kay
A look into a bit of a fucked-up mind.
The little things
Sometimes, when I'm standng in the snow and I've just realized that maybe my choice in footwear was probably not a good one and my morning is looking bleak, I look to the person on my right and think:
"At least I'm not a meth-head."
And I know the day will be all right because I can appreciate the little things.
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