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Hell is but a Dream
I find myself staring at the brick wall in front of me again. After another heavy night of drinking I find it abnormal to regain consciousness in the same place several days in a row. I’m outside of the abandoned hospital downtown. An eerie place to find yourself on a foggy morning. It seems no one is around, though you can hear the sounds of the city already busy. I light up a cigarette and proceed to check my phone. It’s 7 a.m. I doubt Luke will be awake at this hour, but I’ll call him anyway. “Hello?”, he spoke. Clearly I had woke him, but it was no matter to me. All I cared about was scoring. “Aye mate,…