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last night i shivered on the rooftop of some sad Georgetown townhouse, regal in its old age and probably a little embarrassed at its current occupation of sheltering several score uncouth, drunken grad students.

eyes tearing from the cold October wind, Docs-clad feet dangling over the edge, Guinness in my corpse-cold hand, i'd turned my back on friends and their clinging redheads.

i took in the scenery. i gazed over the miles of buildings stacked nuts to butts with the phallic Wash. monument and the vestigial Capitol looming out of the mist. the low clouds reflected the city's glow, the only shade of orange i don't like. in that moment i was wracked, physically shaken, with an epiphany. this realization, all important in that second in time to this near 200 pounds of meat perched precariously on the edge of becoming so much splattered jell-O, this wormhole journey to some universe of clarity.............was shrugged nonchalantly away and absently swallowed along with the dregs of my last bottle of dark nepenthe. fuck it.