I drank a pot of coffee at Denny's. Then I came home and am on my fourth or fifth beer. So I'm at that weird balance where I'm coming down while still going up. Like meeting yourself in a dark alley. Which is especially disconcerting because if I know myself at all (and sadly for me, I do), I know I'm gonna hit myself over the head and take my wallet. Joke's on me though: no cash.
Oh, shit.
I just realized I know my own PIN.
Fuck.
Oh, shit.
I just realized I know my own PIN.
Fuck.
Sincerely,
You.