it all starts with a HEAVY BREAKFAST…

early in the morning…

wind from the beach…

sunlight burning my eyes…

light a cig…

business in the bathroom…

play with the old dog…

watch tv…

listen to mellow songs…

still burning time…

here comes the next meal…

food here i come again…

my stomach’s full and about to explode…

light a cig…

nothing beats the peaceful breeze at noon…

siesta, quiet sleep…

it's already afternoon…

take a bath…

freshen up…

stretch my legs and take a walk…

grill some barbeque…

outside the church…

sight seeing, sound tripping, eating barbecue…

light a cig…

to the beach…

again, sight seeing…

chilling, digging my toes into the sand…

still burning time…

it gets dark…

heading back home…

light a cig, waiting for dinner…

again and again, food here i come…

i better use my hands on this one…

just finished eating a whale…

light a cig…

chill out watching the sky filled with stars…

wtf, so gay…

fireflies flying all around like floating kryptonite pebbles…

ridiculously hypnotizing…

about to go to sleep…

i light my last cigarette stick …

thought about cutting my horns and changing myself blah blah blah…

whatever…

WHEN I GET HOME I’M A SAINT…

or maybe not…

another day…

and it all starts with a HEAVY BREAKFAST…