Him (bipolar schizophrenic dt-ing on ETOH and crack), wearing smoky shades in a dark room..
--I'm 3 tmes divorced, I have problems..
Me, close to the door, ativan suringe at hand..
--REALLY ?..ME TOO :)))
--I have problems..I drank for a week and..and..I have nightmares
--Aga..
--I hear voices telling me to kill all the bad people.
--Am I one of the bad people ?..
--No, You'll help me.
--Hmm..
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"Here lies, a morbidus of certain nutrix kind, expired untimely, though of restless mind, she was, alas, a victim of an artist's life."
2 comments:
Your vignettes are a bit like haiku: short, powerful, fascinating.
I think it's time for you to come back here. What's up?
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