Dynamite and Whiskey.

Fuck you. I miss you. You died. You just…. fucking died, and left me here, alone, to deal with this shit. Tomorrow’s your Birthday. Your thirty-seventh Birthday. Yet you stopped getting…

Source: Dynamite and Whiskey.

Published by Kindra M. Austin

Author of fiction, poetry, and very sweary social commentary. Editor, and co-founder of Indie Blu(e) Publishing. Co-founder of Blood Into Ink, and Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen.

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