10:52AM, my neurologist’s office. Man, I hope that fish eats some more rocks. That’s hiLARious when he spits ’em back out. I’d really like a fish tank. Salt water, tho. Freshwater fish poo too much. Shit, I’d probably kill them. Then I’d be depressed for months. 10:55AM, my neurologist’s office. BUBBLES! BUUUUUBLES! BUBBLE BUBBLE BUBBLE! … Continue reading A Fish With No Eyes? Impossible!