November 26, 2017


Today I Fucked Up

Mistakes Were Made I’m on a Greyhound heading out of Atlantic City. A low-grade hangover long since expired and replaced by that flat soda feeling that follows a day or two of excess and irresponsibility. My wallet thinner following a few bouts of bad calls, and the wrong side of rivered two pairs. My clothes drenched in the stink of stale cigarettes and faded dreams. Mistakes were made. I close my Read More »