this morning, if someone had been watching me, s/he would have seen:

in the late morning, a rather grimy specimen roll out of a bed she had never properly made it into, spend about an hour counting change, examine developing upper thigh bruises, all capped off with a self-injection before breakfast.

most likely conclusions: hungover domestic violence victim/broke heroin addict.

reality: wouldn’t you like to know?


*NOTE: i was the rather grimy specimen. due to a few concerned phone calls, i figured it might be for the best to clarify that point. this was all and only me, no october repeat.