DrifterSage

A cloaked figure sat at the bar of some no name pub slowly becoming drunk. Most of the patrons had left by now all gone home to their wives or kids or what ever they called their lives. "Last call." The mouse serving as bartender shouted The figure got up and slowly shuffled out with one less five-dollar bill in his wallet. "Hey man. Wanna buy some Smoke?" a voice grumbled form the shadows as he walked past The figure ignores him and walks on. He trudges down two or three blocks passing the whores, who try and flirt with him and the other dunks. He passed dark storefronts that had done their business and had closed for the day. "Spare so

Suicide note in song form.

I worte this when a good friend of mine died.

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