Hipster Existence?

S.K. Nicholas/A Journal for Damned Lovers

S. K. Nicholas


Woke up drunk and needing the toilet, so I pissed in an empty wine bottle as I didn’t have the energy to make it to the bathroom. Holding the golden fluid before me like it was some archaeological find reminiscent of that scene in Indiana Jones, I popped the bottle on the windowsill where it sparkled in the morning sun as I crawled back into bed nursing my delicate head. Some film was playing on a loop. The Howling. Y’know, that wolf flick from the 80’s. Now and again snippets of dialogue brought me out of my funk, but then I’d slip away again, so peaceful. So serene. Well into the afternoon, junk food came and brought me back to the land of the living. A burger oozing with fat like the fucker was still alive or something. Chomping on the thing while taking a bath, the juices…

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