can you stop being stupid

you're spilling your drink

the rest of his shot went into the gravel. so much for premium brandy

i just miss her man! he says as he downs his chaser

well, you shouldn't have been nosy with her phone

what do you mean nosy? she was the one who was texting!

i found it funny. here is a man who flirts relentlessly with random waitresses and random schoolgirls, but freaks when his girlfriend turns sapphic and runs to ******

take another shot and forget about it. you're gonna be back to work in the weekday

oh, **** that, dude.

i'm staying here and i'm gonna plant my roots here and lay in the sun with my mouth open until some eldritch ******* god rains sweet bread on my face

ok, moses, ******* hell. maybe wait for the burning bush, or when it's last call.

he takes his shot. i pour my last one as well.

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he lodged at my place the next morning. i went outside on daybreak to look for cigarettes. i left him some white bread and an open jar of peanut butter

i took a seat in a neighborhood dump site. i feel as thrashed as the other guys here. the world is still blue

why did you have to leave him that way

he's a dimwitted reckless *******, yes, but he paid for our drinks and laughed at our jokes. and you two hit it off like it was high school and you were showing off

and everything was peaceful for the rest of us, **** you.

a crowd of nobodies and a bunch of hangouts.

fine, i get it. you found love. or adventure. or a prettier face with better chests and body odor.

he shouldn't have been looking. you shouldn't have been hasty.

you shouldn't miss each other.

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a cat is staring at me from a garbage bag.

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my cigarette tastes like ashes. i throw it away.

i come back to my apartment. he's still in the mattress.

wake up, *******, we're going to sunday school

uggggggggg

yeah.

i thought so.

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