You put on a suit and head to Orange Hills Cemetery
You put on a black suit and your Infictive County Records shirt and head out the door. You turn right and put the river to your back. In the time it took you to clean up after breakfast, dress, and get yourself disheveled in the mirror, you already started to come up on the mushroom and chocolate alkaloids. You match pace with the city and glide underground to the subway where you are bombarded with a flood of thoughts and feelings about people you care about with whom things are not set quite right yet.
