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as i wake, the smell of my breath-- a combination of smoked tobacco and spirts & beer-- serves as a memento of my activities from the night before. low on sleep, i pull myself up and i try to fit my entire world into a small synthetic nylon knapsack, and as i look up the rigid train schedule i have already seen millions of times and by now memorize, i stop by and do nothing, knowing that if i want to catch the 10:09 train, i should have left twenty minutes ago. i simply walk out and start my day by darkening my lungs and supressing that hunger....that hunger for you.