Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
Looking, for a moment, like the gif of that white guy double blinking, Mateo gently clears his throat, removes his apron, and abandons his groceries. How? he wants to ask, as well as With who? Are you okay? Is that why you came home and got high? Is this a breakdown?
The questions tangle and lodge behind his teeth, and eventually the only thing the botanist can do is sweep forward and try to steady Ever and his descent onto the rug (and carefully slide the snuff box out of reach as well. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asks his friend. "Also do you happen to know what you took?"
Far, far be it for Mateo to be the responsible one, but given that this is his own personal stash of narcotics, Ever could be in for anything from a cool trip all the way to needing his stomach pumped.
The questions tangle and lodge behind his teeth, and eventually the only thing the botanist can do is sweep forward and try to steady Ever and his descent onto the rug (and carefully slide the snuff box out of reach as well. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asks his friend. "Also do you happen to know what you took?"
Far, far be it for Mateo to be the responsible one, but given that this is his own personal stash of narcotics, Ever could be in for anything from a cool trip all the way to needing his stomach pumped.
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
