October 5 - 9
October 5.
Dope fiend: “Come on, Lady Red, give me some head.”
Every man needs a rigid objective.
So long as he is biodegradable, he will have his gods.
October 6.
Panic in the warm house.
October 7.
She sold her blood.
“I can’t work at Target,”
she says, and her lips
break the skin
of a day-old coffee.
October 8.
Useless but not worthless.
October 9.
Remember: getting a haircut on a hill in Drogheda.
