The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Sunday, July 24, 2011

And failure in 3, 2, 1 ...

Been drinking today, tried to make dinner. Wound up with a jar of salsa broken on the floor. I need the time, the space to be inept, useless, incapable sometimes. Because I'm The Responsible One so fucking often.

Just because I need it does not erase the guilt when I take it.

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