Kept finding excuses to go back home for things I forgot. Johnny and I were talking about it the other day and I was explaining why the Devil’s Rejects/House of 1000 Corpses is so scary. How it’s something that fucks with you psychologically. If that’s what can happening when you’re traveling with friends, schools, family, you can still fall victim to evil shit. I was already almost to Paris and the plane was stinky and cold and I felt like I could easily fall into some evil shit since I was alone, and without a phone. I was all hurt that the window was so dirty.