Slouch
Slouch
The day ended like any other day.
The fall leaves blowing.
The crisp smell of decay and life mixing together.
I sat.
I sat next to the fire I had just built.
The flames licking the air
Quickly rising out of the pit that I had just dug.
I drank a beer.
Then another.
I smoked a cheap cigar.
It was a good day.
I didn’t punch a time clock.
I didn’t make any money.
But I had a feeling of accomplishment building up inside of me.
I hadn’t showered in two days.
I hear things.
I see things.
I just want to stink.
Stink and sleep.
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