Tuesday, 17 November 2015

Gloom

Dang blasted weather. No wonder I ain’t seen a soul all day. If this rain don’t let up soon I swear I’m gonna build an ark.


Some birthday, huh? I got no quarrel with Housty visiting her sick ma, but fair weather friends I can do without. I was promised cake and cookies, peaches and cream, whiskey and cigarettes and a whole bunch of good stuff… and what do I get? A big slice of nothing, that’s what. 

Huh! I’m going back to bed.

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