Written for and about my ex-girlfriend, bless her heart.
I saw a chimp at the zoo.
He threw poop at me.
In that moment, I was reminded of you.
You and that chimp have something in common.
You both talk out of your ass.
Written in my head at around 9:20 at night, in my car, while driving home from UCLA and listening to an incredible album by a band whose name I’ve still not been able to commit to memory.