something about this never ending lethargy, something about this underlying guilt. we all sat together for the first time in years, wines in hand and words everywhere. we all smoke now.
i managed not to break anything, and i even ran a couple of kilometres. two bottles and too many joints later, i returned to my brown leather mistress, sweat binding me skin to skin.
two seconds until sun, and two years until the end of the day. nothing a burger and a beer can't fix.