There’s this 60-something year old guy who comes into my store and his name is Charlie Brown. When he first came in he even had that squashed baseball cap from the comics. Tonight clinched it for me though. He got a bunch of junk food and claimed they were for his dog. I think it was really him guys.
I wonder if Herman’s Head is on Netflix. Fuck you brain
Tonight I sleep in my own bed. I am sad that she is gone for now, but tonight I get to dream.