I'm leaving against the gas main. My Broiler Man passes me the blunt. That night hurt. I will never again question the influence of High School Graduation. 2 rezzies,...full house and menus on the bar. Oh good. He looked me and said, "it's just all More. Fuck this Shit."
"yeah,...The Peaks are good, we're having some good days. But man, theirs a price. I didn't expect the lows to dig deeper too."
"right...hahahaaa.....I can't even talk to her anymore. We got 2 kids now. I can't have her bolt again."
That hit home.
Home, Where I came back, All of the lights off. My soon to be x-wife in bed with her partner downstairs. My daughter asleep above, across form me. Own up to my Bullshit.
Sharing that space for a prolonged time with take a price. It's balance is as yet to be determined...Fuck.