A Sub Urban fanfic where nothing happens, and you just shop at a grocery store

Warning: Absolutely nothing interesting happens in this entire fan fiction, so read at your own risk (of brain damage).
Uhh... This story is about Daniel Virgil Maisonneuve who goes under the professional name "Sub Urban"... I assume sometimes he goes to the grocery store, so this is what I'd imagined it'd be like.
You might know him from that song that got popular on TikTok "Cradles". Which totally slaps, but the first time I heard it I was like "Holyshit I should be the first person to write a 20 page nonsense story about this dude," and it turns out... I am.
The problem is, this fan fiction is almost entirely filler. Nothing happens at all, I just go off on tangents of shit I either made up in my head or stuff I googled as I was going... I toyed with the idea of adding citations but decided to leave up to the reader. Good luck on trying to figure out which of the facts are real and which are the reason people recommend I go back to therapy.
Anyway, Danny, if you're reading this, I hope you hate it. I hope you stay up all night staring at the ceiling and wondering where you went wrong. All you ever wanted to do was write music and now random people on the internet are writing convoluted fan fictions about you. This is your life now. You've made your bed, now sleep in it.

Illustrations by @edgeofsane on IG , please follow her because her art is dope