thinks- this is savage/i enjoy this
saw that waiter, thought- “he is all the sugar packets that i dump out today”
he walks past and i lean into the breeze, think- “if there ever were a fountain of youth it’d reek of ammonia and just the sort of piss i’d expect Maria’s faggot uncle to get off on”
walked out without paying, that waiter yelled “hold up”
he introduced himself he said he lives a block away.
cut to- growing up, being a “go-getter”
the world is all your own, it is horrible
it is that rusty piece of shit
you see when you close your eyes.
it is that.
