If we ever found a way to travel back to our earliest thoughts-do you know what yours would look like?

I remember seeing a picture of you at your mum’s house, you were probably only two, on the kitchen counter in the middle of five or so six packs of Budweiser. I wonder what you were thinking then. Were you thinking you were getting away with something big?

Because, in that picture, you’re making that same face you make when you drink the last beer in the fridge.

And you think I don’t notice. But, I do-and that’s why I hide an extra one behind the cashew milk.


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