Last night I had a dream that I was in the small, Southern town my mom grew up in and I went with my uncle and cousin to a zoo that was integrated into the already present landscape and it strictly featured primates, but there was one turtle and its head was as large as its body. The night before I had a dream that I was on vacation when suddenly Erin Wasson and Matthew Broderick took me on a drive and spoke to me about the dangers of marijuana. Erin was going to make me roll and smoke ninety joints like the episode of King of the Hill where Hank makes Bobby smoke an entire carton of cigarettes in one sitting.
I’m sorry to myself about how weird and revealing all of that was, and I’m sorry to you, dear reader, for reading it.
(via gypsyhippie)
