On My Way Home

Day 90

Hopped in a cab and to my surprise the driver started blasting some weird spa music. He must have taken one look at my greasy and exhausted face and assumed I needed it. I can’t even be mad — I do. I had no idea this was going to turn into a 2am kinda day. Awesome. Stay in school, kids (just as long as it’s not not law school).

Just kidding.

And just kidding about being just kidding.

Seriously doe, I’m about to fall asleep in this man’s cab. This music is relaxing as fuck. I should ask him his name. Make small talk.

Just kidding. I don’t do that. Besides, he doesn’t want to talk. He’s vibing. I’m about to ask him where he got this album. Shit’s kinda hot.

I’m sleepy.

Oh, I’m home. He’s getting a big tip. Pass it on.