With one of these guys as my constant shoulder bro, I may never have succumbed to all of those instances of accidental reflective moral inventory that have peppered my many long years of near constant alcohol induced stupor. This could have saved me many, many a night of involuntary contemplation of my own soul destroying loneliness… Sitting slumped in my worn and crackled wingback chair staring blankly at some point in space that can’t quite be reconciled with any of the room’s effects… The ice melting calmly in my glass as the fog of reverie begins to dissipate in the light of the television’s static, revealing the anxious disarray of my squalid apartment… Usually listening to a song on infinite repeat while the transient rough trade punk to whom I’d offered a place to sleep begins to grow uneasy of my apparent catatonia….

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