nothing but a quick fuck light snack lunch break milkshake sparing a few dollars for the cause, cigarette fairies while the wisemen take their turns 'round the block "'cause if we all work together, we can all get full off of the Dollar Value Meal!"
solitary streetlamp, maybe every block or so decorating the warehouses with barely an eerie glow
a panic attack at a quarter to one praying for xanax and nyQuil as i come undone for at least some directions downtown, or a quick haven in the hills
credit cards that save the day; worry later how the bill gets paid. i'm sorry that the sunshine scares me sometimes.