Trance life in half-light

im using this space to let you know i existit was only when i got on the train and the doors closed that i realized i still had the blunt stuck between my ear and my backwards-turned yankees hat. oh shit i thought, cuz i was in shorts and a white wifebeater speckled with syrup stains, no bag and tiny ass pockets. fucking hell, what was i going to do with this philly? i looked from side to side