how sweet it is…

So I bought a loaf of what can only be described as ‘sugar bread’. That is, a loaf of bread with sugar on it. But it is only half a loaf. 5am? Indeed. Bit of a late night… What else to say?

Except. Tonight can only be described in one word: crazy. What a crazy night… sure… it was good crazy, not crazy crazy or bad crazy. Bad crazy is like that time I ended up getting stiches in my head after being in Sydney for about a month and stacking it in the rain at the Rocks. Crazy crazy is when things get out of control (which can be bad or even fun!). Good crazy is when you happenstance upon an open bakery at 4:30am and buy a loaf of sugar bread for the stroll home and breakfast today morning. Oh yeah…

Crazy. And sugar…

Sweet!

4 thoughts on “how sweet it is…”

  1. This morning I went to my local bakery (at a more reasonable hour) and the baker was chuckling and said, ‘You won’t believe this! The guy who works for me is on drugs.’ I didn’t really know what to say and then he added, ‘He smokes marijuana!’ He seemed really shocked, like he had never met a pot smoker before…

  2. well i was definitely not entirely sober, but even i could tell that the dude who served me was a bit fried. maybe it was the same joint? (boom-tish) i just thought it was because it was like 4:30am and that is simply a nonsense hour to be working. in newtown or what?

  3. Yeah the one opposite 7-11. The weird part was how surprised he seemed at the idea that someone would smoke marijuana. It was like he’d found out the guy liked to dress up as a monkey and masturbate with a banana peel or something.

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