Anonymous asked:
Sometimes I picture you as a gentleman dressed in a burgundy robe smoking a pipe in a room only illuminated by a fire place with a brown pitbull sleeping at your feet and you're reading some light blue book. Sometimes there's screaming in the background.
Smoking a cigarette on the end of a long filter, actually. And the screaming is coming from the chair I’m sitting on, which contains a very uncomfortable boy. But otherwise completely accurate.
That’s what I’m doing right now, in fact.