graphicsboy just chucked a bag of “calming tea” at me.

“go drink it, you need it.”
“no.”
“it will calm you.”
“so would heroin.”
“look,” he said coming over to where i sat.
“just go down here and find your problem and then go over here and find the tea. look they have natural sleep aid, for those sleepless nights.”

i grabbed the grid from his hand.

“oh, they don’t have man you like is going to spend the week with the woman he loves who is not you. oh, they don’t have grandma is dying and you can’t do anything. oh, they don’t have stressed out beyond all belief and haven’t slept in two weeks. oh, it seems they don’t have life turned to shit. oh, wait, they do, it says vodka.”

i’m drinking the tea now.