“So I turned to pot hoping it would solve my problems. But you know somerthing? The only thing it fixed was my life.”
Grappling with the idea of temporal permanence, all the while the world is waiting to be saved on the next line.
Our young protagonist is a surprisingly genuine social justice advocate whose dedication to anthropology and sociology converts her naive excitement into bitter, aged acceptance day by day.
She enjoys finding a half smoked camel at the bottom of a pack, movies where the good guy gets ahead, stealing your pleather bomber jacket, and insomnia.
(i got 99 problems and they all bitches)
“So I turned to pot hoping it would solve my problems. But you know somerthing? The only thing it fixed was my life.”
