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I work mostly nights so I'm here during the day. My grandfather is my neighbor and old but he doesn't quit. I have to do some really crazy shit a lot.
Anyways I ate some of my weed cookie batter and it was enough to get me pretty high. He knocks on my door to help him load his scooter onto his truck...very tame job.
I go in tbe garage for the ramp and its literally raining maggots. I guess some seagull died in the fucking rafters and its making mad maggots fall down. I'm im there with bare feet and had to run out.
Lmao now I'm sitting here terrified I have secret maggots on me or in the house.
-------------------- Of course it's happening inside your head.
Why should that mean it isn't real?
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