You mean I will die alone?
Not another soul to
stink up my bathroom
and fuck away my meager,
if even existent savings?

Oh, how tragic.

Seriously.

I love being alone.

I can never get enough of me time.

And other people smell, and
say stupid shit, and don’t know me
like I know me, or my friends or family
know me.

I will die smiling, mouth full
of smoke and word and truth.

I don’t buy into the catalogue order life,
and I never have.

Your resident asshole,

Le Ginj.