this city is gonna kill me.

its gonna be either that cheap chrome or those sketchy bd's I keep buying.

my buddy hasn't called in a while now. coulda sworn I saw him at the market the other day.
maybe cyberpsychosis is getting to me, life expectancy isn't the highest in his line of work.
maybe he is alive tho.
all I can do to find out is wait.

sick of my job, place treats me like a dog.
the corporate ladder aint so lucrative when you are at the rusty bottom of it.
I swear some cashiers get paid better.
just a couple more years of this shit and then I'm good.
just. a couple. more. years...

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tried my hand at doing a cyberpunk thing.

Mango.