Walking through a parking lot towards a line of children. Accosted, my money taken. Finally convincing them to let me go — “Please, I’m getting married today.”
Amazingly — I’m released.
But the ceremony has started and I’m late.
Putting on a tuxedo in the great underground empire while searching for a washcloth.
Sent on some pissant while of an errand by my wife, my own wedding starts without me.
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My chest is continually constricted and I have blood in my eyes.
The gray dawn has returned and my nights are only pain.