After his rough day at work, he toked off of his one hitter on his drive home. He let the music of Paul Oakenfold swim in his ears. He wiped a tear away from his eye, wow, he gasped, “Starry Eyed Surprise” is the perfect fucking song. He parked his car in the driveway and went to his room. There he found new razor blades, more moisturizer, deodorant, and this weeks Entertainment Weekly with Alexander Skarsgård on the cover. Best mom ever.
