The crack in my watch still tells me the time as I squint between the shards hiding in plain sight. I’m wondering what my next meal will be, and how stale it will taste. I found a bottle of bourbon yesterday and have it stashed for that next kick.
I need a new pair of shoes.
There was a dead body a few days ago. It has been a while since I came across one. Usually by now the bones have been picked clean by wolves or vultures but this one was fresh. I probably should have said a prayer, or checked his pockets for his name, or chewing gum, but I just kept walking.
The sun is so bright I can’t open my eyes all the way till night fall.
I hum a Coldplay song. God I hate that song. But I sing it anyway.
I’m wondering what my next meal will be. And if it will pair with my new bottle of whiskey.