Well it could be worse. It could be snowing.

Or worse, the tropics! A never-ending heat.

Wonderful work. :)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=104&v=FsgeRfgoHaM

Try wandering around a dark place lit by electric candles and broken dreams drunk. It's...well, I gave up words for this right?

Remind you of Tim Story?

Sort of. Conversations with yourself in public though? Shh.

Now this...reminds me of her. She was my real mother. She was you know. I miss her so. It's a long, long story, of deep lakes and broken crack houses and a kid who would have died without her and-

Dear Abby:

If you're still out there, somewhere, I want you to know how much I love you still. How much I wish I could tear a wound in savage time and step through, go back, be there with you in that hell with everything I know rather than just as a dumb child. I'd save us both before you got sick, I'd-

Hey...it's no good. Give it up, squeaker. The glass of my watch, it's got a crack. It's all sharp and silvery, shiny like a demon's eye, Slow too...by a few minutes. Why?

I-

What is all this anyway? Guess I should stop drinking. I just...I don't know how.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fYd6tPEKKi0

I hope in what is clearly lost here you find more than scorn or pity

It's something.
I myself only know how to do that sober.

nice eyes