koponya

It has been said that when faced with death your life will pass before your eyes. Many times he had faced death. His mind had regurgitated all his past failings and hidden embarrassments to display at the forefront of his mind as though the wounds were fresh. He had acknowledged them, playing them through over and over until finally they were ripped from him and vanished into his memory banks; for he always survived. He sat, legs crossed underneath him, on an old sofa that had binged on coffee and cigarettes all its life. With his head leaning back he stared at the ceiling of the basement, continually wondering why at death’s door you