The pork snuffling and the unbearable instinct of breeding, fresh kinds of ill sweeping over the scene in waves. Or maybe unfresh and just haven’t seen you and you in a while.

Two days just switched off didn’t seem like too much to ask for after all that, but I took it and now the edges of my eyes swim with bright color coronas and sweat the shirt clean through a little static buzz in the left ear.

Biting through is the work you do. People are gonna die all the time. I’m aware of it now and feel quite mortal.

When I buy the first-best water I get four bottles at a time, so since they were out I did the same with the second-best water. Perrier dropping down from Pelligrino. Four of them and I’m on the third now of a midnight.

That sweat has got to come from somewhere and with the sparkles you get to unload gas from the gut too.

At times like these the only job is to find a way back to better.

The best part about it is there is no other job in the way.

There are a lot of less than best things about it too though.