Friday, April 23, 2010

As Good as it Gets

Is this really as good as it gets?

I asked myself this as I sat on the lawn chair in front of my home, after a day of work. The day was over now, and I had three days off coming up.

Languidly, I sipped the beer I just opened. Shards of ice hit my tongue as I drank.

I took a deep pull on the cigarette I had in my left hand.

From behind the building across the way from mine, the sun slowly started rising, painting the sky in red and gold.

Yes, I smiled, it truly is.

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