::: The Evening Blurs :::

They’re back again. Totally explainable. I succumb as a relapser indulges. It’s meant to be. The karma is coming back in waves with unrelenting stammerless prods at me. The pen finds a hole of freedom for me. Down into the crevice and flopped upon the floor of the grotto. I made it to the corner Pub and ask for my IPA. I then take a sip.

Written by: ~ Carlo Maximan

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