20 Years Old
It's bizarre to me how different things seem. And how, when I reach into such a specific time in the past, I feel it pulling on my finger tips. One year ago, I ate 8 hits of LSD and sat in the back seat of a car for 14 hours with a cat, from Nashville to Dallas.
Today, I watched a billion episodes of Korra. And talked to my family. And I'm happy. This is the best birthday I've ever had.
So what filled the canyon that drugs couldn't? I'm not sure. Maybe it's because I stopped asking drugs to fill it. Someone is looking out for me. Fox, wolf, polar bear. Charlie. Dea. Thank you.














