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There is the finding...

You wake in the country, more specifically in a summer house on a golf course.
You spend the day getting deeply drunk by a pool, in tiny shorts, despite the cool air and dimmed sun.

At night you do drugs in the expansive kitchen while others cook, and you wonder
why you are doing drugs. you do the drugs. you drink water. you eat steak and pork, and roasted
vegetables.

You sit in front of the internet for an hour. Unable to move from the blue glowing screen, unwanting.


before bed you see a friend, or an aquaintance, has amateur porn up on the internet.
You realize this as the raccoons scavenge the garbage of roasted vegetables and your friend throws ice cubes at them.

The amateur porn loosens you, not unhinges but perhaps loosens the screws of the hinges, you are not rattled but could be.
This, you think, is exactly where I want to be.

Expensive sheets. No longer drunk. No longer high. No longer full. Just expensive sheets and sleep just licking at your neck.