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Ok, so he'd got busted on parole and had to go back in the slam. No big suprise really, 'Quin had been busy as hell and who the fuck came up with the no alcohol rule? Did they not notice he was full blooded Irish? They should have had a no pissing rule, it would have been easier for him to try and obey. He took a deep drag off his cig before snuffing it in the ashtray. He was a complete fuckup, it was official now. There was no way she would still be around, she'd have gone and found a guy who was worth her time. Some guy who wasn't a retarded whelp, incapable of getting his life straight. He had made the effort of calling and leaving a message telling her what had happened, and that he loved her and was sorry. He'd sent her a letter telling her about one of his bank accounts she could pull money from is she needed it, sending his love and appologies again. But he knew it wouldn't be enough. He'd find the apartment in some sad state of disarray and her gone. There was no question in his mind about that. Hell, he'd spent his parole in prison, he was so sure of it. Opening the door, he stepped inside the cool building. Ahh fuck it, he was just going to go to Kelly's and shower, he didn't want to see the apartment right now. Slowly he made his way through the common area's toward her door. Well I kissed the day, I was on my way From those cold gray blocks of stone For seventeen years of squalor filled tears A time now with innocence lost As the sun split the room With its rays filled with gloom Turnin' all hope to despair And the only thing left Was to flee from the nest That was Life In A Tenement Square |