young guys in this town keep walking up to me high and just start trauma dumping. its fine idc, i’ll just sit there & listen (because what the fuck else am i doing anyway, also nothing phases me) but holy shit nothing snaps you back to Offline Reality quite like: “my grandma was a meth head & got me hooked on dabs when i was 9. she’s dead now & i need to join the military” being small talk