Smoke gets in my eyes, Sleepy.

Tonight, we wander through the fog—the good kind, the dreamy kind. The kind where thoughts are like lazy ghosts around a campfire, dodging the marshmallows and heading straight for your face. I talk about mopeds, naturally. And being an idiot. Also naturally. Youth, spicy food, graves under church carpets, and the weight of choosing love—whatever that means.

There’s a subtle kind of crying happening, but don’t worry. It’s the sort that doesn’t need comfort. It just is. Like you. Like me. Like a rotating crucifix above the altar (don’t ask).

Let’s begin. It is what it is. What happens, happens. And right now, there’s nothing we can do about it.

Sleep Tight!

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