Potato Chip

I inevitably live in a constant state of chaos. Now, i’m not saying it's a bad place to be, i’m just saying it’s fucking nuts up there. Common questions included: What?

I commonly wonder if I am alone, living in such a unique, non-linear headspace. I assume most people struggle with this to some degree, but how much struggle is normal? Are we all just pieces of ornate trash drifting through the wind? Maybe. I got a dog when I was in college, that helped. Being responsible for something other than myself gave me a sense of purpose, it helped me grow up in ways I had no intention of. The dog's name is Griswold, god he’s a good boy.

It’s hard, this professional stuff. How much of yourself are you willing to give up just to stack a little $krilla.

don’t trip potato chip, everything will sort itself out. It always does.