On break, fucking finally.
Light another one of god’s cigarettes—Camel Turkish Royal.
See some fuckin’ walkie talkie looking thing in the maintenance breakr...
This fucking digital asshole had No Good by Lynch Mob absolutely screaming through the 6.5” door speakers—full volume. I was too drunk to drive. But anyways, th...
We couldn’t let panic stop us now. I was out of pills and only had 12 rounds of .357 Magnum. We came here for one thing. One simple fucking thing. Unfortunately...
Wake up.
Mosquitoes fucking everywhere.
Goddamnit.
Fucking got drunk and left the window with no fucking screen open again.
Walk over to the fridge.
My...
Cory would show up in his 03 Mach 1, drunk, and have Emily start it by blowing into the breathalyzer. Usually he’d have to yell at her how to do it several time...
Outside working.
Texas Summer.
Hot as fuck.
103 in the shade, man.
Transistor radio tuned just right as always.
Turn To Stone by Joe Walsh.
Fuck yeah.
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Wade Harris is a Texas-based writer whose work explores the overlap of humor, chaos, and working-class absurdity. His work has been featured or is forthcoming in: Maudlin House, Turn&Work, BULL, Dark Winter Lit.
Read more: @TheWadeHarris and https://substack.com/@wadeharris