It's a Shame All the Ways We Build Ourselves Up Just To Let Each Other Down.

Justin got stabbed walking home from his bar on Saturday night and this neighborhood isn't getting any better. Nothing was taken but a lot of blood was lost. It's a good thing that his character encompassed the will the crawl towards his apartment, and who knows what would have happened if his girlfriend hadn't been out smoking a cigarette.
My nights have been a little longer and a little drunker while my days have been more exhausted much less focused, like looking through the windshield of my car when the wipers are old and tired and the weather's too messy for them to be replaced.
in 1946 in the middle of Illinois on a particular farm in the middle of a warm October night you poked your head through your mother's legs and so began an eternity that will one day end in an unforgiving asphyxiation with no one to bear witness and and no one to fully comprehend the endless pain that's so trivial at its end. And the choices you made, with the duct-taped couches to what you should have said, they all end down in the same dull grave.