midnight/way over 30/i open both presents
and
all 3 cards
carefully dropped off here for me
at a
prescheduled strict
arranged
time.
of course i am looking for money/paper cash.
have been bunging
bottles of Jameson
on my tired card
all week.
like
i score ten pounds and a sigh.
of course there is the promise of chicken later
when i sober up enough
to spice
the fuck and bejesus
out of some
legs
again.
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