Could this day get any longer? The time seems to drag like a limp body on dirted road behind pick-up truck under the Texan sun. Burning and grinding, scraping what little surface protection I have left so by the end of the day I am left red and slimy with the fresh blood of torture.
My boredom is thick and heavy and drips down my face in the most obvious way. It’s hard not to notice. It’s even harder to care. Everybody deserves a glimmering light at the end of their personal daily hell. It should be written into our laws right next to the right to bear arms or reversed robinhoodism. I guess the question becomes- do you care enough? Enough to leave everything in search of happiness yet again? Find someplace with minimal temporary appeal, a few smiling faces, maybe a lousy lay and another paycheck; not necessarily in that order. Is it worth it? I don’t know- I don’t remember, it’s been a while since I plopped my enthusiastic ass down here and climbed 6 flights to my watchtower.
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