My Cardboard Balcony

Licking the Needle by Belinda Roddie Licking the needle retains no purpose when the thread you're trying to loop through metal serves only as the sewn stitches holding your lobotomized dreams together in one crazed knitting pattern.

"Get me another beer?" "Haven't you had enough already?" "No, see, I had three IPAs. Now I want a Hefeweizen." "Are you kidding me?" "I've had a rough night." "No, a fucking slave back in the eighteen hundreds had a rough night. You're being pissy." "Yes, and being pissy merits alcohol! Here's five bucks - get me one so I don't have to move my pissy ass!"