Erosion Where My Pants Should Be

Thank sweet black Jesus for that fur covering just the right spot. One of these days I might consider dragging my fuzzy ass out of bed and getting some money with which to buy pants. That said, the last time I had money it was for a heroin score, and I don't think I could handle the condescension and scornful gazes that would come with similar events. At least I-Oh shit! What is this? Sand in my...Ah bloody Kali-ma I'm sick of this...