The Immortal Bum
Diminishing marginal returns applies to everything including the perks of being an ultimate bum. So I tried.
But I have been so innately unproductive that every time an attempt is made to be otherwise futility takes center stage. Who I am kidding.
So come tomorrow, it’s time to (re)embrace this natural phase of frivolous living.
To justify, I will probably not have such moments in life once adulthood fully develops its cells.
Slumber party with the girls on fri night, hill-top ciggie sessions on sat night, and a beach night out the day after.
Like an immortal with no perception of time and a vampire’s quest to make the most out of the moonlight.
