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You wake up early already feeling an itch behind your eyes and at the base of your spine. behind your throat. Sweating but **** - it's November and you had the window open. Four cups of coffee and seven cigarettes to start the day. A tip: if you put your hands in your pockets then nobody can see them shaking. "You look hungry. Eat something." force down a McMuffin or two at noon and a ham sandwich before work. Drive the car. that night work is noise. The shift ends with a paycheck. Go withdraw thirty bucks. Find some ***** "A guy's gotta cut loose." a guy's gotta be cut off. ***** this ***** that twisted up so tight. wound around the bend. coffee and the dashboard lights. Radiation. three AM fumbling with the keys - alone under a street light at the bus stop wake up to the tv playing infomercials. Shower. Now repeat.
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Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 10:51 AM UTC
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You wake up early already feeling an itch behind your eyes and at the base of your spine. behind your throat. Sweating but **** - it's November and you had the window open. Four cups of coffee and seven cigarettes to start the day. A tip: if you put your hands in your pockets then nobody can see them shaking. "You look hungry. Eat something." force down a McMuffin or two at noon and a ham sandwich before work. Drive the car. that night work is noise. The shift ends with a paycheck. Go withdraw thirty bucks. Find some ***** "A guy's gotta cut loose." a guy's gotta be cut off. ***** this ***** that twisted up so tight. wound around the bend. coffee and the dashboard lights. Radiation. three AM fumbling with the keys - alone under a street light at the bus stop wake up to the tv playing infomercials. Shower. Now repeat.
harry-j-baxter
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Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 10:51 AM UTC
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