Strain Review: Eran Almog
Friday, 5:07 pm. I slip down and from the dinosaur that is metaphoric and jump into my form of Fred Flintstone’s vehicle. My brain still cluttered through the That was, I barely notice my commute home and end up in the garage week magically.
The threshold is crossed by me of castle, fall my keys into the bowl (no, I’m maybe not headed to a 70s key celebration, we keep our tips in a dish, okay?), start up my Vans, kiss my spouse, after which we hear it.
My bong is calling me personally.
Oh there’s no real tune or voice, but I am able to ensure you, Pipi Bongstocking speaks in my experience on numerous levels.
All i want to do is melt my stress into a small at this point in the week puddle, therefore I’m going to look for something which will manage my anxiety, but Also help with some relative right back discomfort we have now been experiencing.