High and Low (1963 film)

i looked down at my fingers to try to figure out why they felt like they were on fire. turns out the cigarette i was holding had burned far enough to my fingers. i tapped the ash into my bottle of jack daniels, mistakenly thinking it an ashtray.

society looks down on me; a failed cop waylaid by my drug habit (the allegations didnt help). i wasn’t much of a details guy, or an ideas guy, or an action guy. used to be good at sexism, i swear.

i bit into my snack. whoops, still a cigarette. life sometimes sucks.

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