Wednesday November 08, 2023
Smoking is all I have left. No drugs. No booze. I’ve beceome the kind of man I used to make fun of. LIke a crystal ball I saw myself in them. I knew what was coming. A life of solitude. A monk with no order. The laughter of my youth wasn’t even mine, it belonged to the future.
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