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metropolitan diaries

I went out all night drinking, so I took the bait. And I jumped off the interstate to Highway 8.
To the bars full of girls who all know me by name. They all drink the same drinks and they all fuck the same.
So now my eyes are turnin' red in this hotel bar, and she's breathin' out smoke as she motions towards the door.
The kindness of a stranger, or a trick of the trade? God knows I'm not the first mistake that she's made.
Spring Break 1899- Murder by Death