Breakfast of Champions
Cig at 4AM in keeping with the derelict life that is expected of you here. Tortured dinner and a quick drop off. Let me guess? Off to Rick’s to console yourself with unfamiliar ass. I was hoping at 3:30 this morning for an objective observer to just crash on in and say, yeah you’re right, you don’t have to accept selfish behavior yet again. Disappointment over a present. What I would have said to S at 2:30 is it could all be goody if you could just reign in the myopic selfishness – at 6:15 with three dogs pulling in different directions and no help in sight, I fell back to thinking if S was standing in front of me all I’d say is “fuck you.”