an apple a day keeps the bottle away. he ran out of apples today, or was it yesterday? maybe today, just a few years back.
on his right shoulder he's got a barcode tattoo from a kleenex box once full of white two-ply tissues, clean and scented and folded with ungodly precision. do you feel shitty in general? did you have a shitty day at work? did you just break up and feel like shit? did your significant other defecate on your whole entire life? well why don't you take a tissue from him and vent all of your crap into it? please dispose responsibly when you're done, and also be considerate, don't take too many, there are others behind you with their own shit with nowhere to dump it.
did you not get a chance to use him today? no worries, there are a few tissues left for tomorrow, and the day after, and the next day as well. oh please don't, he's totally fine. it's not like he's never used human tissues to wipe off his own shit. what goes around comes around, ten times stronger, some times a hundred.
a bottle a day safely keeps all these shitty thoughts away, for a few hours, until he wakes up in the middle of the night, panting, looking for the white clicker of his bedlamp, and remembering for the millionth time that he's moved out today, or was it yesterday? or seven years ago?
hahaha
that was bold!