Monotone basslines and muffled laughter,
for hours on end and he found it increasingly hard to block out.
He so wanted to …, but no. He could still remember so clearly what it was like on the other side. Inside the noise. Merged with it in mutual nurturing.
How many times had he sworn on his soul that he would never be that guy?
But still. If they would just … So that he could … No. He would hold out.
It would be another few years still before he’d throw his soul to the wolves
for some peace and quiet.