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Friday Night Blues
Contributed by
TannerJames
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Friday, 25th March 2011 @ 11:22:44 AM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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You get off work at five, walk down past the police station and the whorehouse. You can't help but grimace at the irony, because they're standing side by side. You go over get some fast food, they call it that because It's quick and easy to make, But I swear it takes forever to digest the thing. Some friends come pick you up, you're sittin' in the back seat of a van with a cheeseburger sittin' like a rock in your stomach. On your way to see a violent movie about a conflict that could have been solved with a cup of coffee, and a pack of cigarettes. There are big men, with big guns and theres always that one woman with the tight clothes, and a foul mouth. You sit back and you start to wonder what we're teaching people these days. When the hero won and the credits start rolling, you grab your jacket and get back in the van and you don't say a word the whole ride home. You go on up to the house, Turn on the lights, go up the stairs, take your protriptyline with a shot of whiskey and eventually fall asleep.
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Re: Friday Night Blues
(User Rating: 1 ) by duff on
Saturday, 26th March 2011 @ 06:17:09 AM AEST (User
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This is my kind of writing. Brutally honest and leaving everything out there to be digested. It's genuine and there is a haunting reality to it all. Thank you very much for sharing this. Truly a pleasure to read this. |
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