for when you find all of it so fucking useless.

when i think about being a little baby in the arms of the friends and families of my parents i think about them looking down at this little ball of squealing flesh and shit and tears and they probably had all these lofty hopes for what i would grow into, like a safe and comfortable factory worker or maybe an accountant? but i doubt that as their eyes welled up with joyous tears they ever imagined i'd be drinking expired bottles of beer i found in some boxes on the side of a semi deserted street on a monday afternoon.