Evidence of my growing madness: in the absence of paper, I have begun writing not only on my hands, but on my feet. Yes, my feet.

Right now my right foot says:

Sun
CJ's
old hojo
along beltway

and the left says:

crack
12:15

Those notes seem to indicate that I'm the most twisted crack dealer ever.

But I'd say I'm one of the least twisted crack dealers around here, really.