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camel crush.

His name is Tyler.

Works eight hour shifts

and every two he takes a smoke break

its like my reward

four cigarettes every day isn't all that bad.

 

yeah

i'm buying my second pack today

i got this girl that is adamant about me stopping

a good start to a conversation to break up the gas station monotony

she really loves me man.

I take the pack.

Slam it against my empty palm.

Spin it between my thumb

and middle finger.

Slam it again.

its good though

 

Tyler's smile is like a hopeful wish.

Maybe he has a woman himself

its worth it if you like her enough

maybe he already lost her.

 

I spare him the usual dialogue

shes worth it

as I spin.

Slam.

Spin.

Slam.

have a good night man

A couple airy coughs open up my throat

take it easy

Spin.

Slam.

-

A gas station attendant at 10:26pm knows about you.

He knows that you love me enough to ask me to stop complacently killing myself.

And I know.

So that should be enough.

But these adderrall binges have me more on edge

than the eight hundred miles that separate us.

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