I only drink when I’m celebrating. Or when I’m sad. Or when I’m bored. Or when I feel like it. Or when I don’t.
Car absolutely covered in horrible bumper stickers (“sounds gay, I’m in”, “no baby on board ram me”, etc) stopped at a light. Man next to me saw it, began laughing uproariously, filming, pointing it out to passers-by, the works. I can only dream of having that much joy in my life
It used to be that you would always hear about a guy named The Joker. Now there isn’t much to laugh about these days. Think about it
There will never be a ‘modern-day Bob Dylan’ because there’s no mystique to any of these artists. How am I supposed to take their art seriously when their Snapchat selfies and Steam history are plastered all over the internet?



