Andrew David Scott

Cigarette Break.
          
          "I inhale...
          
          The Hooker across the way entertains a man every half hour from 12 till 4am.
          She fucks them on a mattress laid on the kitchen floor, barebacking amongst the spilt grease and used kitty litter.
          Twenty five years old I'd have gone over there myself, and stuck my hard fuck in her worn riddled cunt. Twice that age now I simply watch as her two children bang on the locked upstairs window.
          
          I exhale...
          
          The drug dealers next door are fighting. 
          Their children are screaming, a high pitched lullaby accompanied by a chorus of shattered glass and bone.
          Once, years past now, I'd have done something. Fractured eye sockets surrounding  their dead spastic eyes. Instead...
          
          I inhale...
          
          Some ones banging on my door asking for drugs.
          I'd have sold them some but I'm too damn old to come out of retirement now.
          So I send them to the other dealer three doors down.
          
          I cough...
          
          To drown out the nights sounds of murder and decay.
          
          I exhale...
          
          Dear God, I wonder, will I still be doing this in another 25 years?
          
          I inhale...
          
          Three packs a day by then.
          
          I exhale...
          
          I really should quit. So...
          
          I exhale...
          
          I exhale...
          
          I exhale.
          
          Jimmy Clean. Wednesday 6th August 2025.

"You wanna know real cluelessness?
          Few years back some chick wanted to see that Bradley Cooper, Lady Gaga film 'A Star is Born'.
          Yeah, that one where the hopeless addict alcoholic kills himself at the end, after failing everyone who cared for him. Like I needed that shit, the sound of the door shutting on life.
          So I jumped fucking ship.
          Again and again...
          Sometimes I'd jump and it'd be seven in the morning on the seventh gram.
          And I jump...
          And I'm 100 miles from home doped on heroin.
          Jump start awake at dawn covered in blood that I'll never know.
          
          I jump...
          
          To stop myself falling."
          
          Jimmy Clean. Tuesday 29th July 2025.

hi friend!! tysm for voting on some chapters of my hyunjin fic winter night!! no pressure at all, but if you’d be willing to vote on chapter 40 too, it would be so so appreciated!! i posted it on my message board as well. tysm again and have a wonderful day!! ❤️

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How the fuck is the top 25 in Horror mostly filled with slightly edgy sex/smut stories.
          I love sex in my Horror stories but damn.

"In dreams, I walk with you.
          In dreams, I talk to you.
          In dreams, you're mine, all of the time.."

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Ai and the future of writing?
          I don't worry about anything that feasts on dead imagined memories.
          It knows nothing of the adrenaline rush as an eye socket fractures when hit.
          It certainly don't get its dick wet...

In an alternative universe Kurt Cobain was a big Wonderstuff fan and therefore still alive.
          If you know, you know...