i guess sometimes it takes sitting on a bed in a basement apartment somewhere in northern Denmark thinking about that time the cat died and the speakers could only be turned up to maximum and Drew was getting stoned and nothing was enough so now you’ve been around the world a couple times but here you are asking yourself what the fuck am i doing with my life to realize that question follows you no matter where you fucking go except now i’m 36 and People would want me to type in proper formats of capitalization and formality would no longer understand why i’m still not a capitalist