Cherry

by Nico Walker

It was on account of Madison could dance like a real bad-assed slut. That was one thing about her, and that was fine and whatever, just it got a little awkward when you were the one who was there at the party with the girl who was on top of the bar, fucking a spirit. It got so you were at a loss for things to do in the meantime.

The infantry were fired up and eager to kill. They were impatient to begin killing. They wanted to kill so bad. There was a profligate confidence in our firepower. There was a bullshit comradery.

Wall-to-wall carpet and all that godlessness.

how life was just slow death and getting your stupid cock sucked at random when you weren’t ready and how it was regrets and forgetting everything you ever had believed in.