Nikos Carcosa Rewind a week and I'm committing my first armed robbery. No... further yet and I've just been fired by West Telemarketing.
I'm Jon Starkey. Not big, but soft at the edges. Not divorced, but not much married. 1 month from the start, I will kill my best friend.
Jobless, can't afford coffee but instant. Switch to tea. Headaches are gonna suck. Ration last of my stash against them.
Right earring torn out by its catching on my wool quilt some damn how. Bad days all around.
Couple butterfly closures later & my ear stops gushing 6 gauge blood. Throb keeps my mind off the headaches. For my life, can't make tea.
Gore flic marathon can't get me out this funk. Zoe comes home, screams something about trash & the baby, & I'm out the door with a spliff.
So the joint was a bad idea cause now the courtesy cop is eyeing me like an Arab at a bus stop. No good ditching. I stink like Cheech.
Waste not. Want not. Cash the grass in 3 puffs. Coughing as he cuffs me. “Watch your head, stoner scum”. Down I go. Bad days.
Holding cell's bigger inside than out. Reedy junky called Lee on the cot. Nut in the corner says only poo-tee-weet? Lee says that's Kurt.
Lee, he tries hard to keep his teeth brushed twice a day. Reedy voice, Kurt's bird-calls makes this all so odd. When's the midget get here?
