[dead man]

Isn’t it funny how life is a joke? Too bad no one’s laughing. Why? I don’t know.

I cruise along the highway with the lights on low, looking at the empty houses like mine. FORECLOSED.

Back to the apartment. Maybe I’ll try her on the phone and watch her ignore me a couple times until this feels like home.

Ade…She was special. Yeah, wasn’t she?

Hair: Black.
Personality: Bubbly.

She’d take selfies driving while she's drunk. Tequila w/ lime in her cup. She told me she's only alive in the club. There, she's nothing. The night was enough. One with the pack, she’d vibe with the horde. I’d sit and watch her dance with the neon lights on the floor.

She told me she loved me with her eyes on the door.

all of this was great. my favorite section was the first line of this portion though. the very definition of brevity done right.

your recollections are the connectivity and love of others. i would read an entire book of your works. yeah, it's melancholy and sometimes upsetting but it never becomes aphoristic or cliche. it's always just you. not many writers, letalone the amateur creative bunch we have here, can covey themselves so well with so much honesty that it feels like a conversation and not a diatribe. don't lose that if you can help it.

thanks zen

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