The Spaces Between Pt. 8

Enemy In Disguise RAJ Pickin’ up and seein’ my kids like this every day┬áis one of the best parts of my current situation. They don’t measure or value me only for productivity, paper, or pipe. I’ve been fuckin’ the game so long, it’s startin’ to fuck me back. “Huuuuuuh,” let me call this fat fuck…

The Spaces Between Pt. 7

WEB WE WEAVE TESSA “Hurts me the most when I wake I fumble and twist, ’til the truth starts to click There’s so much space in this bed These sheets go for miles: dreams of your smile” Sinead Harnett roarin’ from my bathroom.   Shufflin “have you seen my red tie?” Raj questions, but I continue to sing ignorin’ him. “I’ll…