Bloody hell. That was too much of an adventure for my twacked out brain to handle...
I survived. I made it home... The weekly shop has been put up and now I'm destressing with a loaded pipe and a double gin tonic.
Yeah. I know. Day drinking and smoking meth. But fuck I needed it...
It seemed to me everyone on 90 on my way to the West Side Market wanted to cut me off and/or run me off the freeway... Crikey I thought drivers in London England were bad but they are total saints compared to what I dealt with today












