thinkofsomething

sometimes he remembered where everything was. it was as difficult as a new-boot, two-butt, cross-eyed, cracked-windshield drive across town. yet, as immediate as a phone call from that one person you actually wanted to hear from. everyone talked much shit about the natural order of things. he had seen himself as both the prince and the pauper. he was addicted to the former, though his heart(if you will) preferred the latter.