Puke Kisses

Sometimes I find these streetlights and neon lights so offensive. They shine so brightly, illuminating yet another shitty night. I can see the drunks huddle underneath the lampposts and bar signs as if they're giving off heat. They projectile vomit and every speck of food glistens in the light before it hits ground: splat splat splat.

Everyone seems to get a little stomach juice on their shoes and wooly coats before wiping their mouth and kissing their one-night stands. For some reason, I’ve always found this exchange of puke and saliva quite endearing and romantic. I believe it serves as a symbol of dedication, no matter the obstacles or taste.



In other news, read this really great interview with Noah Cicero.