I rode my bike in the dark in the cold to get Four Lokos for me and my baby. We’re listening to Rob Zombie videos on the TV blood-sipping our drinks out of fancy wine glasses. We’ve been drinking once every three days or so. Celebrating life in general. Celebrating the completion of the first third of my novella, Purity Ball. Watching Rich the Kid singing How Else. This is our jam right now. And everyone else in the fucking world, apparently.