Better Things

Sometimes I wake up with a split lip. It’s not really like it’s a big gash– like somebody punched me in my face or anything. It’s more like a paper cut on the inside of my lip. I’m pretty sure it comes from those nights when I sleep hard with my mouth open. I usually lose track of these minort details by early morning.
Cap’n Crunch will sure rip the skin right off the roof of your mouth. Funions too. Maybe I should try to build a menu from these insights. Maybe there’s a deeper meaning.
People drive like idiots around here, which makes me question my own driving. People rush to red lights, or cut me off, or don’t signal, or whatever. It’s so easy to see someone else being a moron while turning a blind eye to my own behavior. To get where I’m going it’s safe to say that rolling down my window and screaming at them is against the rules, which really sucks,