Just Beat it

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My visit to New York was short-lived, but something about it just felt right to me. Luckily I stumbled across a quaint apartment in Montclair, NJ that allowed me to have my luxurious lifestyle while simultaneously being able to see the city in all its grimy glory. Only catch was that I had to jump in on someone’s sublet who wanted to move into the city.

Sucker.

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Livin’ and Lovin’

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While on the plane to NYC, I noticed a woman in ruby red returning from the bathroom.

Women in red.

It was my weakness’s weakness. Thoughts intruded my head by force. Ravaging the woman in red and hoping she wouldn’t turn out to be a Mr. Smith. Before I knew it I had a flag at full mast. It refused to go down and I had no choice but to support my troops.

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Interlude

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My father always said that there were two types of people in the world: those who wanted to keep it spinning, and those who wanted to stop it. Cogs and rusty wheels. He claimed celebrities, politicians, poets, etc. Were the latter. They want the world to stop and stare at them in awe, wonder or fear. I was none of the above, but at times it felt I still fit into that category. Except that night. The night Britney ended it. The night she broke me, I just wanted to sink into my hole. I just wanted to forget everyone and everything.

I drank.

I drank and I drove.

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Mary…

I went out with Mary only a couple of times. She was a cute girl, but she was just too awkward and shy for me. I decided after the second date ended in a curiously strange kiss in which she stuck her tongue through her teeth that I wasn’t going to see her again. This is America, however, and everybody gets three strikes.
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Train in Vain

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I paced around the area that was my own little holding cell, thinking about Britney’s suspicions as to what was going on. I tried to call her from the jail, but she didn’t answer. I figured she was going to be upset, but she knew how I felt about cheating, so it was safe to assume she wouldn’t assume anything. About an hour and a half into my incarceration I had a surprise visitor. My aunt stepped through the door, still with that wide ass grin. I groaned and laid back in the bed. “What?”

“You seem to be in a bit of a bind.”

“Sure looks that way. Just tell me what you want so I can tell you to fuck off.”

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