seriously, these past four months have passed like no one's busness. Between my life-draining job and the random bullshit that is life I have had almost no time for writing.
That and I've just been lazy (again)
This past friday, a man called Hector (or "Busy" by his friends) was hit by a drunk driver on the street next to ours. He didn't die thank God, but both his legs are broken and I'm sure he's gonna need a shit-ton of stiches for his head
the poem below this post is one I wrote with this in mind. At the time, I thought he was dead for sure. Man am I glad to be wrong
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