Horrid Spaniard
(i) I was running. I wasn’t sure where or why – I just was. And it was one of those blind panic runs. Something snapped to my left and I looked, but I couldn’t see shit. I was still running, but from what I had no idea. I just knew that it wasn’t good and I had to outrun it. ”Turn your alarm off for fuck’s sake” I’d forgotten pretty much every night that first month that I didn’t have a full time job anymore. I’d also forgotten that I didn’t have to wake up at stupid o’clock