Nah man, I’m not talking about aspirations or goals. This is about waking up wondering what you ate before you went to bed that triggered the weird shit that woke you up at 2 a.m. wondering where your sense and sanity have gone.

In this one I was sitting on the back of some kind of mutant, dwarf alligator like a scaly hobby horse, smoking hashish out of it’s head and using the asshole as a carburetor. This is the stuff that shouldn’t even be shared but if it’s not written down somewhere it will retreat back into some dark corner and maybe return one night. We’re not having that.

Hell, do alligators even have assholes?

Weird though. Just riding around smoking out of its head while it snapped at things.