“Now, that is a devil’s cup right there.”
I considered killing myself again. Or him. I think I would much rather kill him. But it would be far less economical. The world would replace him without trouble and I would have wasted a bullet on an assembly line douche. If I shot myself the game would be over. Simple. Mostly. I put the gun away and went back to listening to “Stairway.”
something about consistency. a story then.
In the half light of dawn, James almost mistook his hat for the garbage can and threw up in it anyway.
"To be a rock and not to roll." - the Led