Convenience Store

I kick up dirt
on the rock shoulder
of the road that I take
to get to the convenience
store by my apartment.
Inside, two fat men
are sitting at a table,
sweating and spitting
food at each other
while they talk about
a football game that
they watched
in the early nineties.
I walk by them and
go up to the counter.
I buy a scratch off
and a lighter.
There’s no A/C
in the place and
I feel sweat form
on my forehead.
The clerk says that
I owe four dollars.
I pay four dollars.
Then I head back home.
I light a bowl,
get high,
scratch the ticket
and sigh when I see that
I didn’t win.
Then I masturbate
and watch a documentary
about gender inequality
and wonder why things are
the way that they are.


DEAD RED FISH

14 responses to “Convenience Store”

  1. a nice peak into your existence. When you come up with answers, let me know.

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    1. … if i come up with answers

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  2. Nice! I bought your book the other day! I haven’t started it but i know it’ll be good!:)

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    1. shit. thank you for the support. i appreciate that

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      1. My pleasure! I bought Twisted when it first published. It was good!:)

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      2. and thank you for that too

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  3. Lou. This is solid gold. I love it.

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    1. shit. thanks Tara

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      1. You’re awesome Lou. You know that, right?

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      2. i don’t. but it’s nice to hear

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  4. I love your writing style.

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    1. thank you

      Like

  5. Hi. I’m here because of Dale. He recommended we read your stuff! Not disappointed. Thanks.

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    1. well thank you for reading. and thanks to Dale too haha

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