Alchemisland

High coming back from lunch, pipes in the lane around the corner

Blame hayfever for red streaks around cornea

Mouth breathing feeling like everyone is watching me

Tie feels too tight 

Almost die when Mulvihill says hi as he speeds by, bald head shining under halogen lights 

Halitosis from the tokes I had, smell of grow houses you’d need a plugged snout to miss out.