left town…

where’d he go…

left…

left town…

‘magine…

give a reason…

no…

say a word…

just left…

musta been plannin’ it…

don’t think so…never much for plans…

right…

take off in a moment’s notice…

that’s what he does alright…

saw him last night…

where…

Hank’s…

what’d he say…

nothin’ really…just kept recitin’ some Irish writer…

who…

can’t ‘member…he just kept sayin’…I can’t go on…I can’t go on…I will go on…

crazy talk…

yea…crazy talk…

was he drunk…

doesn’t drink…you know that…just iced tea…

sounds like Beckett…

an Irish man who spoke French…

right…

so he’s gone huh…

he’s gone…

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dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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