don't remember the details but
i had dunhills in a sack
i was a wanderer, running
or somewhat
from place to place with
dunhills in a sack.
and it was all right
it was all right that i had no place to welcome me
as long as i had those dunhills in my sack
it was better that way
more than having places to call home and people to call family
it was better to have something right in that sack
as i dragged it along,
i knew it was all i needed.
i was better than all the other suckers in this world.
"I took the little radio from the kitchen and I went and sat in the spare room and I turned it halfway between two stations so that all I could hear was white noise and I turned the volume up really loud and I held it against my ear and the sound filled my head and it hurt so that I couldn't feel any other sort of hurt, like the hurt in my chest"
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