I woke up from a night out with my belly ring missing. I sat around wondering if this was the universe’s way of telling me to move on to the next stage of life as a responsible adult and leave the little hole above my belly button alone. I pondered on this theory for two days before saying “Fuck it I don’t want to grow up” and jammed a new one in. After this whole quandary was done with I came to the conclusion that my mind is a terrifying place and that I probably shouldn’t think so much about everything.
“Otis is probably judging us, and Jesus”