So it’s tax day. Take the day off from the job that has no work. Take the day off from the shitshow that keeps you alive. Do your fucking taxes. Before that, crash at 10 on the couch. Oh fuck, is it time to get up? Nah, it’s just midnight. Go to bed. Now it’s […]
to a question. Sort of. No one knows what it’s like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes
It’s been 10 years since this was the “final” word.
Sometimes a rider leaves her room key on purpose. Or so I assume. This wasn’t that time.
You and your “get yourself another beer.” And your “yeah, you can take a couple with you.” A girl gave me her phone number. I probably shouldn’t have called her. I had a different girl’s number; she had the sense not to pick up. Texting Pro Tip: texting “sleeping” means you’re not. By this point, […]