Drunk Off the Kool Aid

Drunk Off the Kool Aid

I have this way of picking the oddest person in the room and deciding I need to be friends with them. I’d like to think it’s because I see the tiny streak of special in some people even when others miss it.

Ok that’s bullshit.

It’s more likely that I like weirdos. Which makes sense because I’m a proud weirdo, myself.