Today I’m getting paid $15 an hour hour to spend twelve hours pretending to have gunshot wounds to the chest and arm for EMS training exercises. I’m exhausted, soaked in fake blood, I’ve had way too much free coffee and my jeans are ruined but I need the money so it’s worth it.
2:51 pm • 19 June 2013 • 2 notes
“Something else is hurting you — that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.”
— Charles Bukowski
(Source: theradiodaze, via infinitehallucination)
6:18 pm • 18 June 2013 • 7,661 notes