boynamedbjork

When a man falls in love, he can carry his taste for hate and regret for years. A taste carried still long after hes finished/ruined his last box of condoms, long after a spell spent in philly tenements eating buttered rolls and chicken soup. All with bloody arms trying to avoid another spat resulting in blackened eyes and torn up shirts.

Of course, no one arrives here with that expectation. We show up with clear eyes and clean clothes watching residential movie channels in the comfort of our extra-long twin beds. We are told we are the future of the world. No one expects to make plastic bottle vodka a nutritional staple. And no one shows up with the intention of spending their young lives in a condos and shitty apartments, pushing papers for a bigger condo or shitty apartment at the end of the day. But inevitably its what we do, because thats the reality of our situation.

We will not all succeed. We will not all be like the happy kids in loan advertisements.

Disappointments better when it comes regular like winter.

love from the horrorkid

michael