This is your tragedy,
being a man who has never been a man,
a wet drunk,
a serial user with almost no roads left,
except one,
which is paved with:
a managed who is 25 years younger than you
and who wants to boot you out;
bad posture;
evenings spent reading books about murder
and watching the racing channel that you illegally get for free;
and your no good intentions.
This is my tragedy too.
You live with yours
and I’ll live with mine.
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