Three fragments from a night of heavy drinking

The girl at the bar annoyed me
I wanted everything to go up in flames
and she said, “Pretty boy with the black nail polish, what’s your name?”
I said, “Fuck off!”
and she said, “I’m not hitting on you.”
and I laughed kind of nasty and went back to looking at pictures of myself on the computer
another whisky, I told the bartender

We got dusted…
she told me about her childhood in the country
there were hundreds of lightening bugs, starting to wake up
the smell of fresh bread
and clean laundry

Standing in the bright sunlight
between cold buildings
green garbage trucks rumbling by
and buses hissing
everything I love is downtown
but my leather jacket isn’t enough

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4. Mortification of the Flesh
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