Jeune by dexter selboy

i was recently diagnosed with a psychiatric condition called Impulse Control Disorder which means that whenever im happy, excited, in love, angry or overwhelmed my dopamine short circuits past my ability to use common sense and dives into an area of the brain known professionally as "the abyss of shitty decisions". It seems the Gods decided a few lucky hominids should genetically be predisposed to be total fucking liabilities at the worst times possible. Unlike many disorders recently identified (ADHD and autism the most commonly known) this offers absolutely no benefits to any culture or society. If a bear attacks, I'm dead : most likely me walking directly at it, playing my trumpet, wearing a suit made of bacon.
I always knew something was up.
So this e.p. is dedicated to the little idiot pulling the unlabelled levers in my brain.
His name is Jeune,
and I hate him.