There Will Be No Montage
A selection of bad days (and a good one)
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3 min readJun 25, 2019
When I get out of jail it is a beautiful bright winter day, now absolutely ruined, the taste of cheap bologna and warm boxed milk lingering in my mouth as I squint and re-lace my Sambas.
I feel worse than the night my heart stopped, splayed across the staircase leading up to my apartment, my vision blurring in hyper speed while…
