Winter-time.

I don't eat in the morning and skip most things like showers. The apartment is always cold and it gets worse once you get outside. Damp, bone chilling, biking motion exposes the space where your pants and socks don't meet and your fingertips numb into pink stubbies.

When I get to the coffee shop warmth and bitter high graded import flood over me. Glass and metal, the correct music is playing, material elegance with dirty people..

But still I have not eaten and my stomach gnaws inside. Lightheaded nausea, nicotine and caffeine...

I usually grab something at the last second before work, a food cart Indonesian chicken-sandwitch-spicy-as-hell or Rovente pizza's white sauce delizia because the worst hell in the world is being too busy as a cook to eat as you watch food go out all night..


This morning and it's my day off but I still don't eat. All I do is sit and play Bomberman.


Because it is so fucking cold.