_fatalist

Boredom in chat:

alone in a hotel room

only smoking available documentary of bees scent of stale ciggarettes scotch cola and warm laptop on the air the sounds of traffic creeping through the door. airliner above slowly passing by on its way into LAX the crack of knuckles stretching boredom wondering and praying at the same time if his dreams pan out he picks up the cheap hotel plastic cup takes a sip smooth on his toungue, then a slight burn at the back of his throat the slight sweet taste as it warms from the inside. runs a hand through his hair, trying to relax.
hair follicles painful. Relaxing now. Scotch flask empty. Tired.