December 2009
“Kiss me. Kiss me as if it were the last time.”
– Casablanca
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It’s one of those nights. You wet your pillow with the water from your eyes. You know you should be sleeping. But you feel like drinking. You take the only bottle of Tiger from your fridge, only to find the taste soured at your lips. You throw it away with the garbage. Realize you are still wide-awake. Too sober. Realize you need somebody to talk to. Then you type this down here, will post this in...