cocaine hammock

Posted: April 26, 2013 in hidden admonishment

Sometimes, I look at the $550 painting on the wall by the front door, and I remember the night I bought it from a fidgety former classmate.
Last night, while pulling sequins off of fabric to make a clear passage for a line of thread, I briefly thought I might be something like happy.
Rudy, the new bird, came down to see what I was doing.
I adopted him, because I thought I could help him with his feather plucking habit.
He’s a few years younger than me.

You’re getting your shit together, and I should do the same.

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