Missy Jubilee. Disco Shit

Dave:

Start memory

I’m sixteen years old

Janet, a coworker at some shit job says 
“You seem so happy today”.

I say “I hope so I’m on three fucking hits of acid”.

With tears in her eyes she says 
“Aw, the Real Dave is high on acid”.
 
As though I’m not real any other time?

What the fuck? 

You can’t tell someone that shit 
when they are frying
their brain

End of Memory