Me and my dad.
My friend passed. My car died. And I just broke my toe. Things are so cool this week.
The only way people want me lately is quiet and pleasant. This is why I prefer to be alone.
If humans are having fun making art all by themselves there is a 5 million % chance they don’t want to talk to you.
I am going to start talking like a robot.
I put on the fake fur that was stashed in my dead car in case of winter emergency and they all made fun of me and called me a bear. I was not cold like they were.