A very short and awkward conversation, sitting in the park, with a co-worker after work:
S: What do you miss most about high school?
Me: Crystal meth.
Find myself thinking a lot about stuff from 20 years ago. It’s crazy, sometimes, I don’t recognize my old self.
Today’s weird-ass mood is brought to you by The White Stripes. I’m not the fan-girl type, but Jack White really stirs my soup, for some reason.