this morning #249.

this morning, a fifty dollar bill, a mostly full pack of cigarettes & a sense of entitlement walked into a bar. he was hoping to get a jump on the day before things got too complicated. once the whiskey was running through his veins, his brain could refrain from focusing on those who had wronged him. as his body warmed, the cares gently slipped away, leaving him with no need for approval. if he chose to, he could spend all day here bullshitting with kindred spirits until they pissed him off & he made his way back out into the still-sunlit streets. back towards his home he would go, fifty dollars lighter & five hours older & still running away from most things.