turned off the music

he was sober

the year was ending

                       the next year was going to be like those   2020  an after

on his heels  a relentless bloodhound trying to tree him

Fuck tha dog

tomorrow was New Years Eve

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          a friend texted him

he was usually on numbers like a blowfly on raw meat

he texted his thanks complemented them on beating him to the punch but to be honest  he was horribly honest

honest to a fault

   honest

             unsparingly unsympathetically  brutally    honest

he couldnt point that at someone unless he could pointed it at himself

                                                                           and he did

pressed the barrel upward under the crook of his chin aimed out the top of his skull like a tortured  tormented   suicide

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              The End

Beginning Again 

1621,  Reggaefriday,  29  12. 23

2320,  Saturday,  30  12. 23

Listen  do not watch  Beatles  Golden Slumbers/Carry That Weight/In the End  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oYHPH2LEKiI