Ummm, It's Kind of Like a Dodger Dog

The acid that the lady put in this street-dog has made the past few weeks bleed together. It's kind of like when you're trying to remember something that happened to you when you were 9 years old. You lump every memory that you have from that age into one mental slideshow and somehow relate them even though they didn't happen at the same time, just while you were the same age. The point is watch out if you're eating street-dogs at 2am.