the cigarrette in his mouth tasted like dirt

dirt from oslo, he thought, for no particular reason.

as he exhaled the last puff he decided to go for a walk.

he left her in the bed. she was still asleep and fucked up. her bra and panties on.

tequila will kill me, she had said.

he had told her they were not going to have sex.

she had said yes.

it was her fault.

dirty bitches.

both of us.