my head was frozen from the walk from the garage.
got a cup of coffee and a few minutes of warmth at the coffee-a-teria.
as the bastard stepped back out into the cold night air I felt the slip.
the fuzziness.
the brief notion that your head was swimming through aspic.
I briefly thought on the allergy medicine and the dizzyness associated with it and made a deal with myself.
if you stay away from the platform's edge, i promise not to fall.
solid.
it sucks getting old.
—the bastard
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