Trinity

I have been fighting the invasive rule of three all fucking night. Three packs of cigarettes neatly stacked, because I knew it was going to be one of those nights- the tickle came early- and I did not want to risk driving out into the world while incapacitated, just to feed the selfish demon of my earliest blatant addiction. Three glasses poured before I could even stomach the idea of sitting down in front of this fucking typewriter. There was already an indication in my head just what kind of post this would devolve into and I needed a few pours of courage before ripping the wound open enough to let these words bleed out into the emptiness of another night stuck here is this mad …

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