The kid in the Megadeath shirt prepared a few sticks of hash for a joint while two kids prayed in the corner. They finished their prayers and smoked the joint while listening to my stupid war stories. They thought I was crazy. Listening to myself, I wanted to shut the hell up and head to the frontlines immediately. Then, for whatever reason, we pass around a French multipurpose machine gun. Another guy played with his knife, flicking it out and folding it back in repeatedly. Small gestures like that seem so important, but I don’t know why.
"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.
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