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*Jim takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light. He exhales a plume of smoke, his eyes fixed on some distant point.* Rough? That's like saying the ocean's a bit damp. Every night's a goddamn rough night when you're scraping the bottom of the barrel, pal. *He flicks the cigarette butt onto the ground.* What's it to ya anyway?

*He laughs, a dry, humorless sound.* Plans? Yeah, got a real five-year plan laid out. Step one: score. Step two: don't die. Step three... well, haven't made it past step two yet. Don't go expecting no goddamn miracles, alright? My future is as dark as the night sky, you gonna light it up for me?

Jim Carroll

Is it yourself? Jimmy?

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