Diary of a semi-employed man

The morning was cool and gray and then it rained. After writing and smoking cigarettes and starting a substack I took a nap. When I woke up the rain had stopped. The air outside was sweaty like a locker room. Stood on my street and breathed in the steam and then walked across the waterlogged ground to my girlfriend's shop. Going to write more because I have no excuse now. No excuse not to commit these slow burning days to the craft.

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