This will not be the pity parade bummer of last week. Nor with it be sunshine and bullshit. The whole of my existence is between those two, never nearing one side too often.
Tag: death
Last Trip
At 6:35am, he had his first beer. First cigarette at 6:41. He had met someone. The night before. Not intending too. Which might be why it bounced so heavily about his mind.
