With Any Luck At All, You’ll Die A Thousand Deaths.

Goddammit he hated himself.

He was such an ass.

Maybe shit would straighten out

If that bastard passed.

He could pass

Would pass

Should pass ya?

Buy how he gonna pass

And continue to hah?

Maybe pass a little away each day.

Slide out slow.

Act as though

Everyone stayin’ the same.

But they ain’t…

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.