28.9.11

Escape

There's too much cigarette smoke and not enough Whiskey.
My feet hurt and my stinking Boots are across the room waiting.
Another day Bastards!


My Neighbor is high again.
Her energy is like exploding candy.
At least she didn't hit on me this time.


Alone in California.
The Nights are long and Dirty.
"Where's the nearest Bar?"

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