I wake up in a $250,000 condo in downtown Minneapolis, this is the story of my how my life is now that I am single. I choose to live my life like this because I have been shaped by the relationships I exist in, existed in, and no longer exist within. I am now.
There are two bleach-white Pomeranians lying on a guest bed with a girl. I guess I am a guest but I do not know the person who owns this living space, only by photos, he is nowhere to be found.
I have to work and my morning is going flat fast like PBR with popped tops in the middle of a sunny day; losing taste and quality hourly.
“Kt od in the er”
I read the text and wake up call is all I can imagine. I still think how did I get into this condo. I know the girl. I just don’t get it.
I have been gone so long that I forgot to wind my clock. Time stopped ticking. I fixed the clock last night it made it to morning.