Soft jazz music plays
from somewhere near outside. “Jesus Christ, people are up at 4am?”, I
whispered to myself. I wondered what demons were visiting these motherfuckers.
So many alone people trying their best not to find each other. Alone multiplied
by many alone doesn’t really result to anything good. “Ha! I’m a fucking
mathematician now”, I thought jokingly while lighting my last cigarette. Sex
makes me puff cigarettes like I’m waiting for WWII bombs to fall. What a waste
of my only best friend for now. Cigarette sticks and fuck—they’re the only good
things left in my world. And alcohol. I almost forgot about the booze.
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