12 and a half, real quick. baaad whiskey

Nov 10, 2008 14:08

He had drank the bad whiskey, the shit that his friend had stored in a jar wrapped in brown paper down in the ground. He stumbled down the loose dirt hill to the stream and found it dry. There were trees all around like bristling hair. He sat down. He could see a dotted line in the dirt at the inside edge of the dry creek bed, wavering and swirling ( Read more... )

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requiem_eternum November 12 2008, 00:01:55 UTC
bad bad whiskey

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