novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- living reminders I popped awake at five, and made my bed. I heard a young drunk man talking to himself on my housemate's porch. His name was Oberian, and half of his head was shaved. He was wearing a shirt with a sleepy-looking fish embroidered on it, but he took it off when he saw me, embarrassed. He gave me a cigarette. When Gwen tottered home, Oberian's presence made more sense. Neither of them would be attracted to the other if they hadn't been so drunk. I don't feel like I'm looking down on them, just over and away. 6:55 am - 09.28.10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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