The horns and thorns of life.

This town rink of pheromones after the clubs closes their doors. I just realized how much I hate this place. As I am standing in the balcony with a whiskey in one hand and a cigarette in the other. I could not sleep again and I still can’t find out why. Maybe I need to get out more, meet new women. Yeah, that always helps. So I put out the cigarette, and drink down the whiskey. Make myself some breakfast and have a shower. I come out clean, fresh, and ready to roll. Put on my jeans and my typical black t-shirt. Grab the keys, the wallet, and the silk cut box with my black Zippo lighter (I know smoking kills, but for Silk Cuts to kill you it takes some time). When I get in the elevator I bump into Emma (the girl that lives above me). We had a fling once but nothing more. She gave me this stone cold look that said if you go in it would be the last thing you do, so I decided to take the stairs. A thing I learned from this relationship is “Don’t Shit were you Eat”. One of the most important lessons of my life, self-taught.