My Dream of Drinking Water

Keith James
Sep 5, 2018 · 4 min read
One of his necklaces is just a fucking rope and I get BIG vibes off of that. Also, four water bottles in this photo.

I went to bed on Labor Day feeling like a old, sun-soft bag of New York garbage. My body is desperately clinging onto fluid. Everest climbers could hang from my love handles for support. I am puffy. I am broken.

This isn’t just a Labor Day thing. This is every weekend. It’s every goddamn day. As I am crawling into bed I run the same diagnostic check: how much water did I drink?

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