Weirdest day today. Weird day yesterday, too.

I watched a boy shoot off a beer bottle cap with a lighter directly. into. his fucking eyeball. It was one of those "ha ha, that sucks, betcha feel dumb" moments, until he wouldn't get up off the ground or stop screaming.

I found Tom in his studio today at 1pm, laying on a pile of spray painted stuffed animals and paper, wearing sunglasses. A half-empty forty was next to him. We split the rest. And yeah, I've got stuff to do, but I'm going to be fine, and I can think of hundreds of more important things.