(it comes, it goes, it eats him inside. it pushes him towards light and quicksands him into the worst parts of his own prison of a mind.

pay no attention to those details, though, because mikey is clearly in a good mood as he skips a little, shit-eating grin gracing his expression before his palms rise.)

Don't worry, don't worry! You def can't outlame the shit stuck on your head that day! He ain't gon' think nothing of it!