Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Sun Sun Sets


At 12 years, it's one of the longest relationships I've ever had and now it's over. This is the goodbye note I get. The knots in my stomach are tighter than the moth balls in my closet. I feel like I'm walking through the 2nd half of a Guns n Roses video, wearing dirty underwear and worrying about getting into a car accident.

How did this happen so out of the blue? Maybe it was the gambling, damn did he love the ponies. It could have been the new self-serve down the block, or most likely his lease was up and the owner is turning it over to an organic pet food store. Folks, if this is the price of rising rents then I want out.* Who can I trust with the stains of my life?

Descendents - "Clean Sheets"

*Any suggestions for drop-and-fold laundromats in a 2-block radius of Stanton and Essex are welcome, please leave a comment.
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