*puts metaphor between teeth* it’s a cigarette
Saw this in Brooklyn the other day. It’s what I think when I’m about to give up on something.
My cousin is always watching Everybody Loves Raymond in the other room while I’m on the computer. I always hear Raymond’s voice. His deep, throaty voice, like a hungover toad. It’s very unique. Sometimes I continue to hear the thick grog of Ray Romano long after the television is off. Ray tells me things. Ray tells me horrible, horrible things. And I listen.