i make coffee. i pretend i'm in love with the idea of being alive. i make a point not to stare at the knives sitting on the counter top by the stove.

Fancy seeing her here.

How did that even happen?

Did she cause the explosion?

… so that’s a yes.

Ad Vice can’t get someone out of jail for a silly brawl.

She could use the sleepover. Maybe she’ll make new friends there.

Diversify. Plenty of business cards to hand out for the night. She’ll help with the paperwork tomorrow.

Oh, Santa comes early! Wonder if there’s anything interesting. Be right back.

She’s just gathering scraps now? Nothing… y’know… “fun”—?

Well, in that case, she’ll be out by the morning. Tomorrow.

SPITE ALONE HOLDS ME ALOFT.

new place, same old rust.

a bottle of jack daniel’s acquired … bien.