february 19, 2026.

my stupid death date.

maybe i should’ve stopped my alcohol addiction, but that was 46 years ago. many things have changed since 1980..

i was watching you screw around, burning a shit ton of cds. i float over you, looking at the list of artists on a particular disk. motley crue, dire straits, acdc—

woah.

acdc.

i raise a brow, hella interested. then, your cat meows at me, hissing. “shut up, you pest..” i murmur, shooing the feline away as you look towards my direction.

i wonder if you can see me..