. . . you wake up with some dirty fingernails. it doesnt matter where you were, or what you did. you could've been wearing gloves all night. wake up. look at your nails. dirty. especially if, like me, you like to get all fucked up and dig some holes.

okay, so you are at a party at someone's house. and one of your friends takes something of yours and hides it.

"ha ha ha, where is it?"

"i didnt take it."

"yeah ok. where is it?"

"no, i didnt take it."

okay. no. sorry. stop right there. dont bother. this is gonna last all night. just go to the kitchen, open the freezer, and get your shit. because thats where it is. because when people get drunk and hide things, they hide it in the freezer.
always.

and knowing is half the battle.