You are cutting string. The wind is coming through the buildings. I am touching myself. I am not alone and you are sleeping in another city. In this story I am really fucking mad. You say YOU ARE BEING A GOOD PERSON TODAY but I’m not really being a good person. I say I AM GOING STEADY. The lights are dark. It’s daytime, we’re all really drunk but it’s only in this story. I say IT’S ONLY A FEW MINUTES UNTIL THE NEXT CITY. I say IN THIS STORY YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE MORE VIOLENT. It’s really a story about a person you want to kill. You are not cutting string and there is no knife. The tablecloths are stained. This city is another story.