The rustle of sheets, a few sleepy murmurs then the quiet resumes. A tall man, naked except for boxer-briefs. He picks up the rest of his clothes that are scattered around the room. As he heads towards the door he casts a sparing glance at the sleeping blonde entangled in the sheets. His brown eyes are filled with what can only be described as disdain and contempt. With a final sniff, he turns away and leaves the room.
I can't tell you how it started, because honestly, I don't know. And I can't tell you how it will end either, because we haven't gotten there yet, but if you stick around long enough, I can tell you what's happening now, and how I went from being the most miserable man in the world, to one of the most fortunate. So like someone very dear to my heart said, "The only certainty is that we never know what tomorrow holds. We live for today, life is short, so let's enjoy it together while we can."
The Los Angeles streets were covered with a thin fil
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