In twenty years
Jacob Alves
“Why don’t you just leave her alone,
she’s with her new boyfriend,” Gilbert says.
“Some fucking home town loser is trying to
tell me what to do,” says Jake.
“We’ll see where you’re at in twenty years.”
“In twenty years I’ll be dead of an over dose
in some dirty motel room while some cheap under weight prostitute
pulls the wallet from my back pocket.”
