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Most of me wants to walk down Utica Avenue and find someone sitting outside a closed shop, way down there, probably till it ends, and ask them if they wouldn't do me a big favor.
What favor?
Suck my dick. That's the fuckin' favor, asshole.
What'd you say, punk?
You fuckin' heard me.
He'll break his fist on my jaw and I'll lose some teeth. He'll spit on my face and kick me in the ribs.
He'll be drunk, hopefully, so he won't remember why his hands hurt tomorrow. I'll stumble away after not putting up a fight and crawl back into my apartment.
I need to stop this nonsense. Maybe getting my ass kicked will give me some perspective. I throw so much away, it's rediculous. Everything I have will leave me in the next two years because I don't know how to buckle the fuck down and get my business the fuck together. I swear to God I am such a lazy son of a bitch I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me. Two whole fucking days doing nothing but sitting on my boney ass while the television whines in the background. I don't know what I'm doing or where I'm going but I sit here and think maybe I need to go buy a bottle of whine or rum or whiskey and drink my eyeballs out of my fucking head.
It's five in the morning and I'm pissed the fuck off.
What favor?
Suck my dick. That's the fuckin' favor, asshole.
What'd you say, punk?
You fuckin' heard me.
He'll break his fist on my jaw and I'll lose some teeth. He'll spit on my face and kick me in the ribs.
He'll be drunk, hopefully, so he won't remember why his hands hurt tomorrow. I'll stumble away after not putting up a fight and crawl back into my apartment.
I need to stop this nonsense. Maybe getting my ass kicked will give me some perspective. I throw so much away, it's rediculous. Everything I have will leave me in the next two years because I don't know how to buckle the fuck down and get my business the fuck together. I swear to God I am such a lazy son of a bitch I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me. Two whole fucking days doing nothing but sitting on my boney ass while the television whines in the background. I don't know what I'm doing or where I'm going but I sit here and think maybe I need to go buy a bottle of whine or rum or whiskey and drink my eyeballs out of my fucking head.
It's five in the morning and I'm pissed the fuck off.