11.11.11

The
unluckiest
day

of my
twenty-one
year old
life.

I was
working at
spencer’s
gifts
then.

and if
that
wasn’t
-bad enough,

I was
wearing
a
fedora

to a
pre-release
of
elder scrolls
skyrim,

alone.

I arrived
to the
gamestop
line

forming
outside.

I
remember
the air;

a
thick
mixture
of B.O.
and
fantastical
gaming
anticipation.

and that
douchebag,
we
both hate

[in our
own ways]

picking
at the
nearly bare
carcass
of a
rotisseri
chicken

in that
line
against
the wall.

There
on the
pavement

where
we met,

I didn’t
give a
-single
-fuck
about you
-then.

If
-only
it stayed
that way.

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