Irish Coffee

by T.R. Sligo

Aint death stupid?
We all holler about it!
It’s the only certain thing.
Inevitable.
Who cares?
Your mum, dad, sister, brother, wife, husband, uncle, aunt, niece, nephew and friends will die!
Fuck it!
Im going out.

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