Page 262 of Glass (Crank 2)

More

than I thought.

possible. Turns out

more

than I wanted to.

Turns out I’ve

gone through a lot

more

of that quarter

ounce than I

realized. It’s

almost

gone and so is

my car and most

of my money,

gone

just like Christmas,

spent mostly alone,

like a downtown wino,

nothing

much to live for, no

better place to go,

too many hours

left

before tomorrow

arrives, bringing with

it,…what?

Nothing.

When They Finally

Come through the door,

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