Crispy Confused Calamari

I should be happy to be home. I should be happy I am finally reunited with my ride. I should be happy that I am able to meet up with my friends once again. I should be happy that I have smoother cigarettes to smoke.


But I am not.


Why? So very many things are racing through my mind. I'm like a zombie to the world, lost in the vast abysses of space and time. Going through the motions just to get past each day. And all I can think of is just one word.




Calamari.