That's when you ask if everything good happened in 88.

Stretched skin over eyes, sneaks the sleep out.

If you get good you can do it with your cigarette hand.

Cement block. Safety bar. Tiny red ants.

Doing tiny red things.

Dog's taking a piss, and doing that crazy hop when she's scared.

The world isn't quite wet enough.

No excuse for beaters and plaid pants.

Reminds me of that time we found the snake

in the living room.

We kept him for a while.

Let him stay over for a couple nights.

Called him Tim.

Which really pissed him off

cuz his name was Sparky.

I'm probably gonna burn coffee.

I'm probably gonna pretend this never happened.

Plugged in. Jacked off. Copped out.

Sunglasses on, stairing at a lazy ceiling fan.

Shades dancing, dust grinding.

Not too far from me.

Just

dust

grinding.

Not fast enough.