Crawling in the dark poking at rats nests, seeking a fix that shouldn't be sought, each fist clutching to a separate vice, every pocket overfilled with even more vice, spilling over like flood water from an over worked storm drain, head so pill'd up it rattles, shake it up wrong and the loose nuts fly out crashing against others in all the wrong ways, with all the wrong effects.
Legs sore from trekking, mind numb from thinking, eyes heavy from drinking.
What is it about Dice and Whiskey that attract trouble, what is it about Big Bright Eyes and Loud Lively Laughs that attract me... If I have to ask I don't deserve to know.
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