Never search for a name you detest
There is a girl table-dancing in my future. This girl has half the same face as me. The other half is drawn [charcoal etched and smudged, blurred lines with whorls of thumb-prints like sea-shells. Identity smeared everywhere], tired and dark-eyed.
Still getting wasted, though. I’m not a bad person I’m not a bad person I’m not I’m not.
I was going to walk a mile in your shoes. But we use the metric system. I could only guess how long a mile is. I’d be walking forever. And still feel no fucking sympathy for you.