Everyone has one of these nights. I come back from a bar completely slammed from drinking coffee and brandy. A bottle clutched in one hand, I make my way down the dilapidated street and climb the stairs, clutching the metal railing to avoid falling straight down to the grimy, crack-powdered atrium 5 floors below. Taking the key from the roof, I wade back down to the dusty, dark penthouse apartment I had furnished with shag carpeting recovered from the city dump and lamp shades made out of cheap nylon bought at a garage sale.
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| - Everyone has one of these nights. I come back from a bar completely slammed from drinking coffee and brandy. A bottle clutched in one hand, I make my way down the dilapidated street and climb the stairs, clutching the metal railing to avoid falling straight down to the grimy, crack-powdered atrium 5 floors below. Taking the key from the roof, I wade back down to the dusty, dark penthouse apartment I had furnished with shag carpeting recovered from the city dump and lamp shades made out of cheap nylon bought at a garage sale.
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| - Everyone has one of these nights. I come back from a bar completely slammed from drinking coffee and brandy. A bottle clutched in one hand, I make my way down the dilapidated street and climb the stairs, clutching the metal railing to avoid falling straight down to the grimy, crack-powdered atrium 5 floors below. Taking the key from the roof, I wade back down to the dusty, dark penthouse apartment I had furnished with shag carpeting recovered from the city dump and lamp shades made out of cheap nylon bought at a garage sale.
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