Tuesday, December 21, 2010

the opener


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"Wait... wait... wait... wait... wait... wait..."

The robotic taunting voice repeated its command as I stood there on the corner of Osos and Marsh with my own blood and last night's drinks on the front of my shirt in a half still drunk half hungover stupor. One sleeve up, one sleeve down because I'm too tired... or whatever... to care bout being symmetrical.

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