this morning #362.

this morning, there was a serious layer of raw tongue plaque festering in their mouth, a holdover from getting their drink on & then passing out on the couch, toothbrush left untouched. making it home in one piece had been a hell of a challenge in itself, so hygiene hadn’t been much of a priority. the story they’d soon learn about how a good ol’ fashioned cry had inspired them to leave the bar & get back home & explore creativity because they had it in them goddamnit would help explain the explosion of paint. the paint-stained cut on their hand added to the equation. the paint can lid stuck across the room on the wall & the untouched paint brush brought it all into focus.