taken to napping

I like there to be a name with the number on my cell phone screen. Too many unlabeled digits is bringin’ me down. And I’m tired of being creative. And I’m tired of reading the news. But there’s gunshots in the alley in the back, four… black man, white wife beater, walked between two houses and towards the park. This weather is making people crazy and full of drugs, and it’s only so long before something pops. The other night I watched a city council debate on the broken street light problem plaguing the historic district. Apparently it all comes down to money. I’m tan with a bad haircut, and I’ve taken to napping.

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