a bunch of lost souls gathered together drinking in celebration for the moment, talking to one another, singing to one another, and comforting one another, for next day, waking up, still lost. I couldn't kill the man with the barking dog, but I could take it out on the animal. what did a dog know about creating annoyance, after all the upbringing she got? I picked up a bat, walking about, angry. I had lost control too many times to feel regret. For the first time, I was sober with gear in my hand. And I held back, back to the room and punched the bed. Then silence. Silence in the air though still a little bit tumult in the head. First night on trial. --

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