friday night i was drunk enough that i managed to stub the wifest’s cigarette completely out on my forearm before i noticed.  That pain is an old memory, one i’d nearly forgotten.  The mark on my arm keeps dragging up those thoughts and places.  It doesn’t help that I did it standing around a pool [...]

Cigarettes

friday night i was drunk enough that i managed to stub the wifest's cigarette completely out on my forearm before i noticed.  That pain is an old memory, one i'd nearly forgotten.  The mark on my arm keeps dragging up those thoughts and places.  It doesn't help that I did it standing around a pool table.

This entry was written by adam, posted on 19 Jun 2006 at 8:57, filed under Asides, history and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post. Post a comment or leave a trackback: Trackback URL.

Post a Comment

Your email is never published nor shared. Comments that do not follow the guidelines may be removed. By submitting a comment here you grant this site a perpetual license to reproduce your words and name/web site in attribution. Required fields are marked *
↓ Preview