but the truth is I have no faith in happiness...
Antimo left the note on my desk, as promised, two names and addresses of places with phone numbers written with no punctuation, ten numbers all in a row, and I stared at the paper, three-and-a-half by five inches and microns thin and, all the while, so fucking heavy.
The truth is I'm scared. I haven't been as unsafe as some others, but I've been unsafe enough times to warrant a bit of fear, rational or otherwise, and karma owes me more than a few things I don't want.
Antimo left the note on my desk, as promised, two names and addresses of places with phone numbers written with no punctuation, ten numbers all in a row, and I stared at the paper, three-and-a-half by five inches and microns thin and, all the while, so fucking heavy.
The truth is I'm scared. I haven't been as unsafe as some others, but I've been unsafe enough times to warrant a bit of fear, rational or otherwise, and karma owes me more than a few things I don't want.