I Haven't Even Taken Anything . . .
I don't know why, but I'm in a happy, silly mood today. Coffee, nicotine, low sleep. I'm not sure. Still, I'm a dare away from stripping naked and running down the street, yelling, "Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown." I haven't felt this good since that night I ate a rack of reds, downed two bottles of Night Train, and chain-whipped a cop. You don't really see chain whips anymore. They've sort of gone the way of aluminum can recycling kiosks.