I'm remembering that time when, in preparation for a ten hour drive, I got a bunch album recommendations from my friends.
The evening comes where I start the drive. I start the massive playlist I constructed from my friends. Jamie Paige is playing. Life is good.
Eventually it is 1 in the morning and I am in an Ohio freeway. The sleep deprivation is starting to hit, it is a cloudy night, and there are no street lamps. There is not a soul on the freeway other then myself and anything outside of my car headlights is painted in pitch black.
And at this moment, my car speakers begin to play the entirety of Ethel Cain's "Perverts"
the clodvestigator
i answer to Caleb, Clodsire, Clodboy, Clod, and Bumby. very leftist.
videogame enjoyer. mathematics hobbyist and recovering physicist. recovering software engineer. professional wonk. prophet of The Truth. the walking embodiment of "not diagnosed, but somethings wrong". i like animals that wear cowboy hats.
number of fat cock awards received: 56
header is by @vaporeon_
"i regret ever allowing him here" ~aescling
"oh you're one of those weird movie likers" ~Ti
30+
he/him