FredricoA Poem by Mattits true
The truth is.. complicated.
I woke up half wasted still, puke stinking my clothes. Stumbling downstairs i searched for a cigaret. Just one god damn hit of nicotine would get me right. They were all passed out still. Fredrico was lying on the floor. Danny and Erica were on the couch together cuddled. Jake was dreaming of better days. Danny stood up and started rambling, somthing about how they had passed out together after talking. He showed me the blood still on his hands from the fight last night. Dazed... i told him i needed a stoge and walked out. "Lets have a toast for the a******s." The curb was cold and the water had dampened my flag. The door was hard to open and Danny had gone upstairs. Erica was gone. Fredrico had smoked all my cigarettes except one. Little f****r.. © 2011 MattAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMattFort Worth, TXAboutmy name is matthew. nuff said... oh and all this is old stuff.. way old stuff more..Writing
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