Good going bad being

Coming out of no where, it was easy to see it coming. The hallucinations proved more reliable than the store bought compass.

Reaching into the jar of cigarettes, the astigmatism percolated with anticipation. The traffic lights jammed over an open high way and the fans clapped along.

The fender benders lined the teeth of every young boy and girl in the world. Grown ups were too busy, and the zombies were indifferent as they often are.

Let's talk about our problems over some mochachino. Let's meet in the dead spot of my eye. Thanks for coming to my birthday party and telling me to grow up.

So good going, bad being.
-Mr. Credit