The fast lane

Today I bought two bags of chips (and made my dad pay for 'em), listened to a Sonic Youth record, saw a fat cat walking on the fence, and sent off a text message to Melbourne. Throughout the day my mum called me 'Bjarne', 'Richard' and 'Jack'. Dementia is a laugh. And not. We had mashed potatoes and fish for dinner. I also watched 'Sex & The City' (are you even allowed to when you're a gorehound?).