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everything bothers my eyes.
the slightest breeze, or perfume or deodorant, something cooking, smoke, nothing...
i wonder if everyone i meet thinks that i'm stoned on the marijuana all the time with my puffy, watering eyeballs and generally disconnected demeanor. yes, folks, i'm high on life.

when i was going through puberty, my employer confronted me with an accusation of cocaine use because of my constant nosebleeds.

i've always been a suspicious character, you see.

gear lust

( skip this if you have no interest in musical equipment, or if materialism annoys you )