Jul
11
The thing I love most about “chemicals” is that I don’t really think about “chemicals” for huge stretches of time—months and months even—and then, every once in a while, somebody in a lab at the University of Minnesota fumbles a beaker (or whatever the fuck) of “chemicals,” and I have to immediately remember where Smith Hall is so as to not be covered in “chemicals.” The word itself makes some men uncomfortable. “Chemicals.”
My second thought upon receiving these textual Red Alerts was, OH SHIT I NEED TO RE-CHARGE MY PHONE. Urgency!
