I played poker last night with my drug addicted neighbors.
They wept midway through the game. It is called a game, right? Poker.
I have no idea how to play Poker. They did not seem to mind at all.
After they wept, they fell asleep in their kitchen on hard, ugly chairs.
I drank their beer.
And went home.
From the pamphlet, I Live Next to Three Junkies, Two Whores and an Asshole, written by Abe Thillhobzinge. Photocopied at a Drug Mart somewhere in Cleveland, Ohio.
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