Mosquito Bites.
I went walking the other night because I was restless and thinking too much, as is my nature. I decided it would be a great idea to walk into an area of brush and bushes and sit on a log and just meditate on the current fucked up state of my affairs and how I am going to have to work like a feign to fix any and all of it. Or at least make change. Who knew that mosquitoes would be so willing to gorge on my flesh at 10PM. I have enough mosquito bites on my arms, legs, and back to create a ridiculous connect-the-dot T-Rex.
Fuck you mosky-toes.
Fuck you mosky-toes.