Corey Heider

See, this is not even significant to me.

The whole house is a canyon of horde.

The only thing to walk through is a canyon.

And it is eye fucking level trash.

And then you start getting down and it starts getting wetter and wetter and wetter until it turns into...

Dirt, because it's been there so long that, you know.

It just disintegrates.

The paper and everything turns back into dirt.

So I'm like walking through this, I'm like, this is crazy.

And like I said, it's fucking eye level, dude.

And I get into the living room and the lights are on, it's warm, it's weird.

But again, you don't assume somebody's fucking in here, dude.

Like it's so easy for me to like disassociate that somebody lives like that.

But so this fucking Chihuahua fucking Yorkie mix, bro, starts just like Simba in the Lion King, like, prouncing over this fucking canyon towards me, barking.

And I'm like, this motherfucker's eye level.

Like, the playing field has been leveled here.

This is not good for me, okay?

Like, usually it's not scary because we're on the ground, but this motherfucker's heightened and he has toxic damage, too.

He's been trudging through shit, dude.

I'm scared, okay?