I'm shivering. The wife won't let me smoke in the house. Fall is here. There are a few leaves sprinkled throughout the lawn. Plants are dying out. I haven't even mowed the grass in a few weeks. I've gotta deal with all this bullshit yard work. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Eight missed calls. I can't take the fucking nagging. I wouldn't be out all night if she would just treat me like a fucking man. What the hell even happened? I exhale a puff of smoke up into the heavens. It's a clear night and I can only see half of the big dipper. I hate this fucking city. Now I have to somehow sneak into bed reeking of beer and whiskey without getting bitched at. I need to leave.