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Worn Levis.
Torn shirt.
Grinding my teeth, grinding my teeth, “hey” I said “Throw me a cigarette”.
I took a match out of the box that was on the table and made my cigarette glow in the dark. It hung from my lips. Being the source of my parent’s shame gave me the strength to be a thief. I’d always wanted to steal. As a kid, I’d always loved watching old cowboy flicks. I especially loved the moments when the villain and the hero started to shoot it out. It blew my mind. All that grief and for what? For nothing. There was no need. Senseless. Mindless destruction. A life that goes from bad to worse.
There ain’t no time for romance. Romance is dead. I got the conviction of sin. So, having said that, let’s not worry about the future. Let’s get out of here.