Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest...

Apr 29, 2005 05:11

Thanatology:

How do you lose $15,000 (originally $5,000 multiplied through a mysterious Mexican laundering), your belongings and your identity. All in a day... Just in time to take part in a forced disappearance. A good person, a good day... All fucked up. La Danse Macabre... Shitty situation.

6:17, ante meridiem, no sleep. Second cigarette, I'll be talking to myself out front. Love that cold, just looking at the sky and thinking. Thinking about this one dumb motherfucker, where he is now. He worked overtime for some decent money, got mugged coming out, short of $500 in his cold blue jacket.

He spent a few days tracking him down, found him and beat him with the butt of his gun. Took his jacket and ran away. The pockets were empty. He decided to try this out, why work? Yeah... Why work. Now he's dead or squatting about somewhere. Some good idea. Need to work around these sleeping patterns...
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