Sex/Life 06

I kissed her goodbye at the Metro entrance, but I didn’t have money to take the subway back home, so I started the longest “walk of shame” I’ve ever had. “What am I doing with my life?” was the most repeated thought I had while crossing half the city on foot at 8 in the morning on a working day. Broke, lost, hungover and starving. The price to pay for a night of booze and passion… and several months of fucking up constantly.

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