She stared at me with cold eyes "Hey what's up. Why are you staying at me?" The words had no effect and she merely skittered to the back of the store. It was really late or she was having latency issues on account of a Xanax binge. I bought cigarettes like a ******* fool - it's so embarrassing nowadays and I practically say it under my breath. At least I buy the cool kind "Marlboro 27s please" I go home then watch pulp fiction and finish tattooing my arm and gulp my steel reserve. I live like a ******* goblin. I get so drunk that I start jacking off on the porch and eventually stop once the third car with its blinding light shakes me out of my stupor. Now it's 6 am and I sleep. I dont dream. The window is frosted over and I will pray to Jesus. I will take help from anyone at this point. The gutter is too full and I'm standing naked in a pool of leeches. It's gone too far