Running so I don't miss the bus, rambling into some sideways pizza store. Pepperoni and passed out lungs, salted tobacco and a beer can against my forehead. Look close, you can see the imprint there, that circle dent.
Empty wallet and a case of black lung. That was my youth. Pickled herring and walks in the park? A body gets used to it. A body learns.
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