Monsters

'There's a monster, great.'

'Yea, apparently it's afraid to approach the high room.'

I think the best times in my life are those spent taking a glorious hit from a bong. Green hit, pass, pass, green hit, pass, pass. I thuroughly enjoy all the tar it cakes onto my lungs. I thuroughly enjoy falling asleep to a wandering mind more vivid than my own.