I just woke up from a dream that had to do with.
My mother in the 70's, my mother's friends in the 70's.
Rats, mice, bats, the dark, urination, period blood.
My old house, my work, an old neighborhood.
Photo albums, poppers, blankets and toilets.
I hope I never think of it again, it was too much.
Well you did it sir.
You've pushed me away.
I never thought it would happen.
It sucks that a place that made me feel really good.
Now makes me feel like shit.
Saturday was absolutely insane.
I did some ridiculous things.
Said some even more ridiculous things.
I'm trying to leave ya alone.
I really am, sometimes I'm just an idiot.