white knuckle...red night...

mostly, i try not to think about it...but on the rare occasion that i slip and do--my heart beats really fast....

post a la post....

in the reflection of certain photographs my nose seems smaller....pinch the corners until desired image appears...

eyes burning...
inventory tedium shithole fuck....

asked for one more shot of whiskey....was granted a 27 minute life story...hands flat, parallel to ground, weighing it out...........and...verdict: i drew the midget straw......