D.H.R.
when you're so drunk and high you think the ceiling is a spaceship and you're rolling around like you're trying to escape a jailbreak.
I D. H. R. and tried to text my dad… it just said ‘why’ and ‘why not’.
He D. H. R. and tried to go to school… he walked in wearing a hat and a sock.
She D. H. R. and tried to dance… it looked like a zombie disco.