this morning #520.

this morning, it may have been a mistake to make THC pancakes on a monday. it didn’t hit him that shit was not conducive to safe driving until he was almost halfway through his commute & realized that he lacked footwear. he remembered pulling a pair of boots out of the hall closet but had no idea why they never made it onto his feet. he pulled his ass over, turned off the engine, took a breath & thought back to when he stood in the living room, ready to walk out the door. he felt the thermos of high-caliber coffee in his right hand. his keys were in his left. looking down, he saw the boots on the floor next to him. when a cat ran into the picture, he’d discovered the origin of his distraction.