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I Should’ve Stayed in Bed

No morning smog except in my brain, hung over, mouth tastes like mucilage, and roommate was MIA when I heard banging at the door.

Cheap earrings for a lady, her hat and smile belonging to Cesar Romero, I see silver, hear the pop and feel the red flash.

Blood.

“That was no toy gun. Damn.”

 

Gabriel Valjan.