They thought it was blood. A man covered in blood shouldn't be that out of the ordinary considering the crazy shit I've seen go on this beautiful metropolis...Three months, two days and I'm not wearing my watch today.
Already late to meet zee boys for drinks, this bench looks like a good place to sit and shit myself proper. The doc couldn't give me what I needed so here sits the superhero, plain clothed, saving 'everyday' the trouble of forced emotional palliative care...
Get up and keeping walking you poor baby.....
"Red wine gives you a killer hangover duuuuude"..."I don't know why you drink that frenchshit?" Your head pounds and it feels like you spent the night tucked under the arm of your suppressed Roseanne Barr fantasies. Embarassment aside, Roseanne is much lighter than multiple exit wounds and two lungs full of your own blood...no?...yeah, much less heavy.
Three officers lost their jobs. Three months, two days, 4 hours and 3 minutes...the anglican church is only two blocks from my weekly tough guy sandwich. The clock tower tells my late ass to walk faster and asks me to forgive every little squealing piggy on this legoland.
I don't understand why I'm not floating down these sidewalks?? I am going to kill a human being very soon. He's going to swallow every adolescent memory of alienation and unchecked agression he ever benched.
My local haunt has a red white and blue neon sign out front.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WatgnzGsmfA
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