The quick squashing of ill rolled joints smoldering between prettily painted fingertips, the slush of clear filmy liquid capped with rusty sounding metal lids was quickly stuffed away behind flowing, bright material that draped her sister’s room.
Why the cliff’s edge, because the contemplation of death from an armchair is a cheat.
He drank the song he sang, then sang the drink away. He was beautiful in the evening and wilted in the morning, not remembering why he was still standing, still awake. Life is like that some say–not he–he preferred to drink and sing and not philosophize his life away. He kept …
He wondered suddenly, with dread, if she would tell him her life story. How she was alone in the world, working for next to nothing for a man who had everything and existing in a small garret apartment in a rather rundown part of town.
I left her there, okay? I did. We had an argument; it wasn’t the thing to do, but it was a long time ago. I left her there. I’m tired now. I can’t help the police incompetence. When I walked away, she was still shouting at me, so yeah, she was fine.
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