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Post Script To A Mended Heart


A late 90’s vodka hangover scented with
beer farts, used condoms and a dirty  
ashtray smell, with the tongue feel of a  
filthy barroom rug, kissed by some cold  
anchovy pizza for breakfast. Followed up  
by trying to wakeup the naked chick you  
fucked last night (whom you recognize as  
a friend’s wife once you roll her over on  
the bed) for dessert, washed down with  
a warm stale beer and a half smoked  
Another bleary eyed night shift, lick-me-  
where-I-shit, under the midnight sun, screw  
with your sleep patterns, at a dead end job.  
But you can’t complain too much because  
your rent is cheap and the money keeps  
you in cigarettes and booze so you can  
fuck random bar sluts. The only redeeming  
thing is that you get to play cards on the  
MSN Gaming Zone with the nice blonde  
girl with the blue-green eyes who seems  
to think you’re sweet and, will ask you to  
marry her in 3 months.  
Get up early, without a 5 alarm hangover,  
so you can get to culinary school early, all  
the while thinking you should have done this  
when you were 21 and not 35, but you were  
too busy swilling down alcohol and sticking  
your dick in any hole with hair around it. You  
still find it hard believe that you have more  
skill in a kitchen than 10 of your classmates  
combined, but the blue-green eyed blonde  
girl you married has believed in you enough  
for you to believe in yourself so that you’re  
not scared anymore or an arrogant asshole.  
10 years down the road in a new city, moving  
into your first house together, even though  
the cooking jobs didn’t really pay shit unless  
you own your own restaurant, but the new  
career has paid off over the past 7 years.  
Finally the scars came to the surface and you  
told your parents, in your last drunken and  
blacked out stupor, and the blue-green eyed  
girl you married that you had been sexually  
abused as a child, but the therapy group  
you’ve been in for the past 18 weeks has  
really helped to put things in perspective.  
Modern day, another one spent in a covid  
induced paradise (even though covid hasn’t  
affected our jobs or life all that much), but  
through thick and thin the blue-green eyed  
girl has been beside you for 20 years and you  
appreciate all she’s done and all she’s ever  
been to you. She doesn’t have a giant ego,  
is kind and caring, doesn’t have messed up
behaviour issues, isn’t a melodramatic,  
gossiping, backbiting skank who has to sell  
her dignity for attention, but is genuine and  
generous to a fault and, at the end of the  
day you realize  you’ve been the same rock  
for her as she’s been for you.
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