dear heavens.

this is by no means what i saw, and later consumed, in the dark of night,

in the haze of excessive red label and almaza.

and now, i pay for my bad decision.

that said. i do recall being delighted at the time, but wishing i had some minty gum to quell the garlic that now agitates the acids in my stomach, and invites them up my esophagus to visit my pharynx. (they are unwanted visitors who have overstayed their welcome. they won’t let me sleep.)

good morning, sweaty saturday sun