it was late, you couldn’t sleep. You never can, you and Tyler were sat on his old run down couch in his house. His stupid robe on and a pair of sunglasses with red tint, a lit cigarette in his left hand

you were lying down, head on his thigh and staring at the ceiling blankly as Tyler began one of his usual provocative rants about stupid facts or meaninglessness of modern life, topics along the lines of that as he stared at the broken tv while occasionally taking a drag of his cigarette in between words. His rants were somewhat annoying but you kind of learned how to block out his words, just wanting some peace and quiet but that was impossible around Tyler