zombie, stripper, lines, sex, gun

the after
after
after party:
everyone is distrustful of the
other,
which can
partly
be attributed to
the bags of cocaine,
which you’d think would
loosen people up,
but when nobody
knows
anyone
else
and everyone is in
some sort of costume
(not just our “going out” outfits, but Halloween costumes)
and can’t read another’s face;
the paranoia and sketchy
exacerbates the scantiness.

I key a line.
The mermaid zombie stripper next to me
keys a line.

I look down.
notice the glock nine.

what am I doing with my life…
she looks down and notices the same gun
and her face tells me she is wondering the
same
thing.

so, lines and sex
ensue
next to the gun
in a random bed.

i wonder who goes for the gun first…

i think I could live the rock-n-roll lifestyle.

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jonathandeanrichie

Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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