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2:35 AM:             It’s half past the Witching Hour. Some say it is from three to four am. Guess, it depends on the time zone you’re in.             Just like me to engage defense mechanisms with myself to escape the emotions. WHAT’S REALLY BOTHERING ME. This end of something. SHE WAS MY EVERYTHING, MY WHOLE LIFE. Damn, I am so pathetic. I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I AM I

“Put him in the back.”                                     WASSAWASAW             “But, he told us not to.”             “I don’t give a fuck what he said. The guy’s making my truck smell like puke!”             The beat up truck pulled over to the side of the inner state (I-10). They man handled me. Threw me in the back (bed) of the truck. The moon was replaced with the rising sun. There were five teenage girls tied together with ropes. Stained wool blankets covered their nude bodies. Their eyes were glazed over. I couldn’t quit vomiting into a five gallon bucket.             Off of the beaten path. Passed through back woods I had never traveled. I remembered seeing the New Orleans Saints symbol with big white lettered “ Louisiana ” on the green billboard. It was obvious they were taking alternative routes to Bourbon Street . Routes that no one could remember.                                                                         -didn’t know if it was me or the smells of Bourbon Str

When we get back to Mom’s house, they were all gone. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect opportunity. –and uh, she unleashed herself with a vigor I ain’t never seen outta’ her before. Ripping the shirt off of me. Unleashes me in the mode. Animalistic’ly biting her neck, sliding my hand up her shirt. Rip off her bra’ and shirt. “TAKE ME TAKE ME. NOW!” “I’ll take you there, baby.”             I deduce that we had too much energy pent up-TILL NOW! That’s why WE WERE ARGUING. THAT’S WHY I WAS HAVING TORTURING EMOTIONS.                                                 THOUGHT-                                     FOR THAT PAUSE IN ETERNITY-                                                                                     WE WERE                                                                                                     ONE. WHAT WENT WRONG:             I t’s dark-there are gaps in the railroad wood tracks. I fear gaps that are wide enough to catch a broken ankle. “DAMN’T!” Used to not be afr