Name? Victor.

Right arm 239 stitches.
Left eye swollen shut.
2 broken ribs.
A smile slowly forms on his wired-shut jaw. 1st place? He can live with that.

even sober ...

Drunk. Like “a sheep with a secret sorrow.” Pink piss for a month. The fuck was I thinking?! Solecism is not a safe word easily remembered.

smells of clove cigarettes...

Doorbell at 3am, crawling out of bed, opening the door to find a box with a shreded Against Me concert T-shirt. It really is over, isn't it?