November 2010
2 posts
The Last Whistle
“Listen, you broken fuck. Do you hear that?” “Hear what?” “The big train of fuck up that you are, and I’m stopping it now.” “Come on.” “Fuck that. You’ve fucked up in your time, but this is the worst.” The same gun that went to his head was pried from his fingers the next morning.
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Too Much Giving
He took every call that came his way; talking people down and scooting them to help. He was the best in the game; no one caused more pills to be flushed. One glowing ember in the dark. Burning flesh smelling sweet. Never enough. The fire was out, and a note found. “Who will help ME?”