Sometimes I think, of her… I watch her coughing and rolling over and sleeping, I think of Kim and me, I think of the TV set. I think of Matt I think of Tina. I think of Guns and Germs and Steel. I think of Chris.
Until it becomes a cough and I become sleep.
My teeth like a house of cards, never having anything to lose begin all that better at poker. Fuck I took all those guys, took them to the cleaners. Semi falling asleep, sort of drunk just playing the cards… I called chris up and he took them, I called Gavin up and he took them, I didn’t try and I took them… poker is that easy all you got to do is live a little. I knew I had more. more
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