Words. There is nothing to write here.
I spend last night driving in circles. Listening to music that peels away at my skin while smoking cigarette after cigarette. I sip the old chai tea latte I made myself earlier in the day and even pull over to the side of the road at one point. Push the button for my hazards. Sit and let traffic zoom by.
My sleep is broken and provides little nourishment.
It's supposed to be one hundred degrees today. I can't wait.