Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.

He wakes up. He turns on his phone. He is greeted by a large number of increasingly drunken and obscenity laced voice mails. He wished that he hadn’t turned on his phone. He calls the culprit. They end the relationship that has already ended. He is…

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The Sleepcoat League

Armchair anthropologist, sometime scribe, freelance philosopher, amateur artist, part-time poet, musical maven, alliteration aficionado.

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