He wakes up. He listens to the radio and has no time for a shower. He stinks but he has squandered the time to wash on listening to npr as he lies in his bed half asleep. He drives and misses the bus and then sits at work in a chair for most of the day and does nothing and then does something and has a lean pocket and feels tired and sad and unfulfilled and then he goes home and he eats some fish and he reads some more about World War I and then he goes to sleep.
The Sleepcoat League
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