here is a thing i do all day sometimes: foreword.

yesterday i went to a bar where the lights were all red and no one was there but me, so i got drunk and wrote stories. today i went to the beach. it was cold but sunny, and i found a family of hermit crabs. i also skipped stones and seashells into the ocean for a while. then i went to this giant graveyard, but you could only go in if you were deceased. and i wasn't, so i left. then i went to chinatown and took pictures of dead fish because they were pink and i liked the colour. now i'm at home drinking a heineken, but i'd rather be drinking a manhattan instead.