Insomnia.

“They climbin out they windows, we smokin your people up, your moms is home so you gotta clear your eyes, spray your shirt, clear your eyes, spray your shirt, and pop some tic tacs cuz she knows about the fabreeze and visine…you don’t gotta go buy swisher we got it for you, we gone supply you we gone supply you, so go and smoke that go and smoke that go and smoke that that stonerboy stonerboy stonerboy.”

To the fellow smoker… thank you.