Fresh Rinse

I dreamt you were ODing in my lap last night, but it looked more like rabies.
I smashed into your shin on a skateboard and you bled and bruised.
Your friend was pretty angry and you were pretty much a little pansy about it.
We were in the food court of Observe and Report.
I had to get ice but no one wanted to give me any.
The nasty bitch Veronica Mars, was sitting at a plastic table,
permanent markering crappy designs of foam plates with a bunch of her 'droogs.'
Yeah, everybody was there.

It's actually really really bright, way brighter than the photo!
But I'm loving blue and navy with it at the moment.