"I stink," some random hobo says.
Wait, that's not some random hobo, that's me!
Jesus Christ, I can't believe I've let myself go like this lately.
Oh, well, I guess... At least my papers are done and turned in. Whatever happens, happens at this point.
Hopefully I took them seriously enough.
Or was at least charming.
If not, I might be totally fucked.
Not really, I'm sure I'll do fine. I just get the jitters of what-if's until I see it in black electronic scrawl across my computer monitor.
For now I am going to bathe, play guitar probably, and then watch Star Trek and the news and Jeopardy. My brain will not be home for a day or two while it heals from all the marks that have recently been etched in it.
The homeless man gets up and strips off his clothes and jumps in the shower.
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