I had a moustache of waterdrops.
my mouth though
felt dry
I heard the bathroom door
getting kicked
hard
hard
again
"are you ok?"
I don't answer
"are you ok?"
still silence
I
whispered
I'll never write as good as he does"
the door gets kicked again
not that I ever cared about writing
after that I felt so much better
I immediately rolled a cigarette
I was on drugs, for the pain.
The pills were fine.
So
I was
hoping
for the best.
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