The Fox
I woke up in a panic. It wasn’t the usual, had the same fucking dream, kind of panic that I’m used to facing when eyes crack open. But rather, it was the variety I only experience when I’m on the road. I glanced at the bluffs overlooking the Ohio outside my balcony window to help ground me. And for once, I can honestly say that I was thankful for the existence of Kentucky. After hastily getting dressed, I zombied down to the lower level after a detour to the parking lot. I needed some smoke to help chase away the fog. As I sat on the ledge overlooking the hilltop entrance, I couldn’t help but miss the convenience of immediate self-destruction. But I guess those days …
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