Q Hussie _best_ - Shrooms

He typed back: "yeah. hussie came by."

Q looked into the void. He saw himself at eight years old, crying over a dead goldfish. He saw himself at twenty-two, drunk and screaming at a mirror. He saw himself tomorrow, making coffee, forgetting this entire conversation except as a vague, golden ache behind his eyes. shrooms q hussie

The Hussie stopped weaving. It pointed one segmented finger at the mushrooms in Q's hand. "Because you finally took the training wheels off your own skull. You stopped trying to be clever for five minutes. That's an eternity for you." He typed back: "yeah