Jan 26, 2010 12:31
Well this is just- shit. [Shifting is heard, and when the voice starts again a moment later it is louder and more clear] Yeah, sure. That's the word for it. Shit.
[A long breath is released]
Christ, I'm screwed up. Can't get the world back in focus. I'm in a whole fuckin' new...whatever and all I can think about's...Shit. I was so close. I was right there. This whole thing'd make more sense if I wasn't so fucking... [A pause] Christ. Maybe it would. Maybe it wouldn't. Doesn't really matter, does it.
[A groan, then silence for several seconds. After there's a small, guttural snarl] That’s enough of that. Fuck it, here I am. Now just need someone to tell me where here is. I got my dog tags, all shiny and new. What the hell army am I serving in now?
† frankie dalton | n/a