Oct 25, 2020
Pot Roast from Vance Godbey's
One by one I let in soggy, limp-haired, neutral-toned people and for a matter of minutes I am just standing there like a royal guard or a well-trained Golden Retriever.
This shit is not the spirit of anything. I swallow and it feels like there’s a potato chip stuck in my throat. Can we drop this?
This mess has teeth and you’re too wide awake and alive and broke and out so he says he could do half now, half when you get paid Friday, if that works
