this morning #196.

this morning, he was wishing he was fishing but he couldn’t find the will. twas the pills & the general dread. twas the passion for staying in bed. to be frank, it was a full blown drug problem that had crept into most parts of his being. one day it was relief. the next it was a cure-all. then it was a fix. today it was panacea for all of the past week’s fallout, where he’d missed two shifts & was now in the shit with no job to put food on the table. he flipped through the channels, stopping on a nature doc about polar bears. they were surviving in a habitat where the ice was melting & cracking all around them, leaving them afloat on the sea. he felt for them. neither of them had control over their fate.