I heard them tearing at it. It was the sound of mortality.
I heard them tearing at it. It was the sound of mortality.
His eyes were like two wafers of slate, grey and lifeless.
I like to think she hates my guts a little less every hour.
Ok.. So are you goin’a let him bluetube your tweeter?
She played me with a bad hand, and I fell for it every time.
Remember. Observe, assess and act. No hesitation. No remorse.
It seemed that I performed better sober than drunk. Who knew?
I turned to her, my whole body hard with tiredness and regret.
For an instant I saw before me the young girl this used to be.
‘There’s no time for right or wrong,’ I said.
Once the orange juice wears off, I might be drunk. I love vodka.
Hit the bottom and get back up; or hit the bottle and stay down.
If you’d saved the girl, you’d be a hero. Next time.
I was a spectator who had gotten free admission to a freak show.
To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently abeast!