I Live Alone

 Fiction:

I Live Alone,
and I'm bored of the world.
So I let my Prostitute friend to move in.
Her Russian friend was here for a couple of days.
I'm Sorry
She is From Borat's Land
Kazakhstan.
I can't even pronounce that.

So I'm supposed to go to bed.
She puked so much.
So so much.
It looked like pain.

No work for me tomorrow.

I'll be fucked, I just hope I don't spend much.

She puked so much,
she is about my age, 24.
She is really sad and lost
But so am I

so what?

It's somehow 2 pm

I gotta go out and face the world.
I don't have a realistic reason
other than going to the Lcbo and the bank.
I might go to the movies. It's been so long.

Im pretty sure I took A shower yesterday.
thats a fact I think.


She told me she slept in the bathtub, the russian friend.
I told her that russians where always cool in my brain.

I woke up and she was already on the computer.
I don't know for a fact what day it is.
Not that I care much but my birthday is in a week. I think.
November 21, the last day of the Scorpios


My other friend puked more and more,
No bra or shirt
she skept puking vodka as I typed.
I played loud classical music and lied on the floor laughing.

Meow