i bought born in the year of the butterfly knife by derrick c. brown
read a bunch of it while killing time in a basement waiting for a show to stop / continue.
its pretty much the best thing ive read in a while.
dusty dirt roads throwing dusty dirt in the air
dark brown legs crossed
boring boring lives
working for health insurance
leaning and shapes.
i dont have enough style
n you dont have enough life under your belt.
i need someplace to go soon. can i come visit you?
i'll cook you dinner and do the dishes.
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