This is a Michael Jackson kind of morning.
I HATE YOU MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND. With the passion of 5,000 BURNING SUNS. Can’t wait for you tourists to get the fuck out. Treating myself to hot wings tonight. Eff this.
The unusual relationship that crackheads and their druggie girlfriends have will never cease to fascinate me.
I just photo-bombed a Asian family picture. Irony?