Serendipity For The Wicked

Adventures and Anecdotes - #2

It’s Sunday morning, 4:57 a.m. An hour and three minutes before I should wake up and write. My bed sheets and mattress are untouched.

Thunder and lightning serve as late night/early morning entertainment. I have just returned from the boxing gym for alcohol enthusiasts, voluntarily taking shots to the liver. The only way to get a smile out of me at this hour is by holding me upside down.

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Stroboscopes, green room, red room, epileptic attack, smoke, flashing lights, new faces, happy faces. Welcome to the masquerade.