Drew @drewbaca_
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The Laundry
He wondered if people ever wondered about him. He imagined some people did. He had deleted his
Facebook
awhile ago, then made an instagram, but deleted that too. Now he had one without a photo, making it harder to find. Sometimes he'd like to know if anyone was thinking about...
Drew's Pantry
🍵
63
Teas
🍪
86
Cookies
🧇
78
Waffles
🍍
73
Pineapples
🥃
77
Whiskeys
🍫
93
Chocolate Bars
🍣
83
Sushis
☕️
80
Coffees
🥓
90
Bacons
🍺
77
Beers
🥟
88
Dumplings
🍊
90
Tangerines
🥚
88
Eggs
🍓
83
Strawberries
🥩
72
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As good as any as reply to night
Max grunted in agreement. Putting a hat over his eyes, he tilted his seat back. He drifted off a little then came too. Not enough for Dave to notice. Dave had turned on the radio, a talk show about nothing. He laughed a little with the guys. They were talking...
Marc Felt Uneasy as reply to theories
Marc was having his coffee at the diner. They knew what he liked, the usual they would say, and beyond that just uhuhs and thats okay sweetie followed. Nothing else. They knew how he took his coffee, which before that was reserved to, well if he thought about it, his...
Born Ready as reply to full tank of gas
For a trip like this he needed what? His hoodie? Two pairs of pants some shirts and socks. All he had clean 5 pairs. I guess he could just clean em when he needed them. He was excited. Damn I haven’t left in awhile. Immediately his stomach dropped.
Fuck the diner...
Fuck the diner...
A wave as reply to some other sucker
Max was pumping gas the next day. Filling her up he sometimes would say to his friends. He didn’t get why they did three decimal places here. Like the prices it made him think that everywhere does this but the gas station is the only one that displays it. But...
Thinking to Himself as reply to old
Marc didn’t like receipts. He felt like they are a way back to him. Like a trail of breadcrumbs, even though he paid with cash, back to someone figuring out who he was. Or still is, he thought for a few seconds on whether he actually stopped being the blue...
The Train as reply to cheap houses
Max went outside. Taking out his one-hitter he packed a hit. A big one, perfectly filled with the weed he ground this morning in his car on arrival to work. Fresh he thought. He sighed, and sat down on the ledge under the light, he flicked his lighter a few...
Back down to Earth as reply to one hitter
Sometimes Max would be in the flow. He pick up burgers with ease. Fill orders quickly, and Linda would be smiling. When he was like this Max would be humming to himself, sometimes he would mouth the words to the songs. Sometimes it would just be a melody. He tried...
From his Hands as reply to a question
Max was in the grill area. He was hot a bit sweaty a bit high. Not too much to be weird, but enough to be digging the cooking and the music and the heat. It was a busy day, more than usual. He was trying to be a bit healthier...
Now I'm Ready as reply to old
Max sat in his car blasting music.
"I used to get feels on a bitch"
Finishing his cigarette he threw the butt out the window.
"Now I throw shields on my dick to stop me from that HIV shit."
He exhaled his cigarette straight out of the open window. When he sat...
"I used to get feels on a bitch"
Finishing his cigarette he threw the butt out the window.
"Now I throw shields on my dick to stop me from that HIV shit."
He exhaled his cigarette straight out of the open window. When he sat...
Fresh Air as reply to food as fuel and beyond
Marc Love cruised the streets of
Gas City
stopping at four way stops, letting the pedestrians cross in front of his car, giving them a nice wave. He had a small apartment, paid for with cash. It was cheap so no one questioned where he got all that cash. He...