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Day 12

You know what it’s like working

at a coffee shop?  Same as

dealing speed, but we accept Visa.

 

You know what it’s like working

with a non-hangover haze and

about four pounds of crap trapped

in your colon?

Oh, you do?

Fan-fucking-tastic.  I guess

that puts me right on track.

Day 11

Unc, man, you gotta give me some space.  I know

you promised to cart me around for all this,

but I’m a grown-up.  A real boy.  I got this.

 

When are you gonna start trusting me?

I said I was on board for the 90 days,

and have I let up?  That’s right.

 

You’re seriously gonna follow me

for the two-mile drive?  I don’t need you

to go anymore.  Show a little fucking faith.

Day 10

Hi. My name is, um, Joe.

Not really, but I mean,

it might as well be,

anonymous and all.

 

I don’t really know

what I’m doing, but

I feel like I should talk

tonight, be open

or whatever. I was

 

so fucking pissed,

so wound up and…

I mean, I don’t need

to tell you. You all

saw. But now

 

I’m exhausted. Steamrolled.

All that tension made me

too tired to be angry, too drained

to drink. That’s never been a thing—

too tired to drink. I don’t know

what to do with myself, with

other people, with all this time.

 

Fuck, I’m sorry, this

isn’t going anywhere.

Never mind. Go to

the next guy. No,

really, pretend I didn’t

waste your time.

I’m sorry.