this morning #1240.

this morning, i was stumbling my way home through the icy cool quiet of the bare suburban streets. shivering slightly. 2am fall chill. unsure of where my jacket had gone. when i got up to leave the bar, it was not hanging on the back of my seat like it should’ve been. no idea when i’d last seen it. whatever. fuck that replaceable ratty-ass jacket. i’ll just get a new one. a superior one. one that knows better than to run off when i need it most. it’s high time for an upgrade anyhow. maybe this time i’ll get one lined with down. i could get down with that. puffer style. baller class. i want to look like a real G. right now, with the cold taking hold of my body & miles to go before i sleep, i feel more like a real L.