friday night i was drunk enough that i managed to stub the wifest’s cigarette completely out on my forearm before i noticed.  That pain is an old memory, one i’d nearly forgotten.  The mark on my arm keeps dragging up those thoughts and places.  It doesn’t help that I did it standing around a pool [...]

Cigarettes

friday night i was drunk enough that i managed to stub the wifest's cigarette completely out on my forearm before i noticed.  That pain is an old memory, one i'd nearly forgotten.  The mark on my arm keeps dragging up those thoughts and places.  It doesn't help that I did it standing around a pool table.

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