Another beer will solve everything. Staying in that dark corner, that sweet song, that sense of knowing how many steps will take you to the bar, to the street for a smoke, it will solve everything. You relish in the moment that you know, it carries you.
Tomorrow the bell will ring, you will need clean clothes, a smile to put on your face. That's fine. You have seen worse.
Worse has seen you.
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