It was a town of shit…1,200 odd pieces of shit getting blown in the wind…down highways and alleys already forgotten. If you drove through it…you would not remember it…and for good reason…as there was no reason to remember. I spent 40 years here…and I can hardly remember a day…they all seem to blend into one another…like a spill….blood or milk take your pick.
When I finally woke up…half dead…the best days gone…the paint on the ceiling peeling…I realized that the house was not the only thing falling apart…there are only so many grains of salt in the shaker.
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