You say the winters aren't so bad as long as you've got your pipe and wrists. You think those tourists are pussies. You're on your second door to door job this week, this one's promising, you've heard there are a lot of trips to the city. And it's true that the view of the city from the train leaves no risk of getting the nothing you own picked off, but I heard you wanted to see some real shit. Why not walk?
You find yourself saying sorry when you drink the last drop of beer. Said you were just being nice, "real polite." But face to face with the kitchen stove you ask, "Are you looking at me?" You're pathetic even in between bites. I bet not once in your life have you leaned in for a first kiss. You aim for nothing but the porcelain because you're afraid of your own piss.
Isn't it strange how a name means nothing?
Isn't it strange how a name can mean nothing at all?
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