slouch.

ever have someone tell you to stand up straight? look you in the eye when they're talking?

dealing

Relapse in 26 Lines

A thick creamy plume of smoke rises up into the stale air of the hotel room. Back at it
again. Canʼt believe it. Damn. Eloi, eloi lama sabbacthani and all that shit. Fucking truth
of the matter, though, is that Godʼs off the hook on this one. Gacked myself up, as
usual.

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how i am not myself

On Sunday’s you had to make sure you had enough melon, because often, it was the only thing on the plate that didn’t get sent back. If you ran out of melon, the other cooks would freak, morale on the line would collapse. “Dios mio,” they’d say, spatula’s and tongs dangling from their hands, the […]

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