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Join Date: Sep 2013
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I already told the other officer,
I sat still on the bar stool, watching the wait staff operate, still with no appetite to gain back the proper weight. still with my eyes on the grandfather clock that oscillates, and still with an alibi that my cancerous lungs corroborate. postulate whatever - I’ve been here with a drink in my hand, a doctor’s note of demands and my stick in the sand. I ain’t budging, even though you think I’m the man, so stand up and move, I gotta be sick in the can. When I got back, there was mozzarella and mustard served on a plate. I pushed the dish over the edge and heard it perfectly break, then apologized to the barkeep and had the courage to fade back to my home for another night of learning from pain. The urgency wakes me, and I find myself handcuffed and covered in hospital sheets, laying in more piss than the amount that EMTs probably see. I’m fairly confident I’m dead and have the cause to believe, cuz my nephew is beating my chest. ”you fucking asshole, it’s not optional… breathe!” |
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