I bet you get bored, don’t ya? I know you do. Man like you. So clever. But what’s the point of being clever if you can’t prove it. Still the addict. But this, this is what you’re really addicted to. You do anything—anything at all to stop being bored.
I fell asleep in the chair by the fireplace.
And I woke up in the kitchen sink with an umbrella full of holes overtop my head. And I fell asleep on the table with your picture in hand. And I woke up in the cupboard with some scrapes on my arms and a mouthful of hell.