And I go: No mom I’m not on drugs I’m okay, I was just thinking you know,
Why don’t you get me a Pepsi
And she goes: No you’re on drugs!
I go: Mom I’m okay, I’m just thinking
She goes: No you’re not thinking, you’re on drugs! Normal people don’t act that way!
I go: Mom just give me a Pepsi, please
All I want is a Pepsi, and she wouldn’t give it to me
All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi, and she wouldn’t give it to me
Just a Pepsi”
Suicidal Tendencies, Institutionalized (1983)
Some mornings, you just need to listen to the Repo Man soundtrack.
…but then you’re like “Jesus Christ, Mike, quit being such a drama queen. For fuck’s sake, the people in your life who love and care about you are worried about you. OH POOR MIKE PEOPLE CARE ABOUT YOU WHAT A TERRIBLE LIFE YOU HAVE.” …and then you realize that you’re a goddamn adult and it’s the worst and everything is terrible because you have become the person punk rock was always screaming about.
So I’m going to go do some crime, like get sushi and not pay, because this will not stand.
When I was 20, after my first failed attempt at college, I would spend my bouts of insomnia rewatching ‘Fight Club’ and planning my future as a nomad starting with a thru-hike of the Appalachian Trail.
Fifteen years, two more failed runs at college, and a family later and I’m spending my sleepless nights adding pages to my Amazon wishlist while binge watching Netflix.
When I do sleep it is on a soft pillow of acceptance beneath a downy duvet of irony.