Your twenties; the years of overindulgence. You’re either high, drunk or running on two hours of sleep (some nights, all three) but either way, everyday is a blur. Here will be a dissection of various thoughts I’ve had while under the influence (drugs or alcohol, I’ll let you decide). Some will be so profound they should be discussed alongside Aristotle and Plato philosophy and others will be so mindfuckingly dumb you’ll have to take three showers to cleanse yourself of the idiocy you just read.
Good luck deciphering between the two.
My Roaring Twenties 