One day I woke up light headed light as lettuce and headed to check up on my credit. They said that your ethics have left us with no choice but to close your account, so I bounced and announced I had no money left, I mean zero amount. I fount that no one seemed to notice that my dreams and focus had been intervened by locusts. So I started to coke sniff, it just wasn’t something I could cope with, but it’s didn’t even make my nose itch. I began analyzing this whole shit on some Edgar Allen Poe shit. Then I stood there, froze; stiff. Then the cold mixed with warm and it stormed. I thawed and forgot all my thoughts, but then it got hot. So I stopped and turned around, my feet were on burning ground. So I looked at the sky, too shook to cry, and then I understood goodbye.