how low can i go?

quite low.

this afternoon, as i was waiting for the traffic light to turn green at the corner of adriatico and quirino, a street kid stuck her tongue out at me after i refused to give her anything. my reaction? i stuck my tongue out too.

wacky told me that there's a little bit of good in every one of us. with almost no sleep, a major need to go to the bathroom, and an exhaustion i can't shake off, what little good there is in me has virtually disappeared.