this morning #398.

this morning, he hardly heard the dire dying words of the loquacious lifestyle he’d been trying to keep alive for quite some time. it was fine that, like so many of the personalities he’d cultivated throughout his life, his new, chill aura had slowly replaced his steady diet of intense encounters. he was getting old & truth be told, he was finally taking his health into consideration. partying every night until 2am was a thirty-year-old’s game. hitting on women in bars & then discovering that they were half his age & had never heard of yakov smirnoff became depressing. if not for that come-to-jesus moment back in march, he would’ve never woken up to these facts.