Paul is sitting on the couch, Mike is sitting on the cat bed, I’m sitting on the floor in front of the air conditioner, Mose is sitting underneath the cat bead, we’er watching Archer. Mike is making a tiny little package out of his cigarette packaging, Paul is playing with a lighter and talking to Mole. Mose looks really cute. They’re talking about drugs. We’re on drugs. Every morning when we wake up we both smell gross from the sleep, and I don’t even give a fuck because I love Paul so god damn much. I’ll kiss your face every single morning even though we haven’t brushed our teeth yet.