The sun, it came burning.

I have been stoned for what feels like forever. This is, for the most part, wonderful. I couldn't recount the last week to save my life if you asked me right now, but I woke up this morning and realized that next Friday, I'll be on the road to the V-Dot.

Whatever, man. I'm like cilantro: I get five percent of the population and the other ninety-five hates my guts.