free verse stream of consciousMature

It's snowing.
Of course it is.
I hate
the fu*king snow.

Pile it on.
I swear
I can take it.
Except, maybe,
for on Tuesdays.

Tuesdays are my
Mondays.
They just always
suck.

But that's okay
because Tuesday
nights are
when my dealer
gets his shipment in.

So, I guess
Tuesdays aren't
so bad, afterall.

But it doesn't
matter,
since today
isn't Tuesday
& it's snowing
TODAY.

It's just one
more fu*king thing.
Tack it up
next to the

2-grand C-scan,
the new place to live
without a license
or a car.

Or maybe next to
my parents' divorce,
my mom's boyfriend
or my 12 year -
old sister on drugs.

We could add
it to my smelly,
part-time job
with dellusions of
grandeur - 
(what else?).

Pile it on.
I swear
I can't take it.

The End

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