10.

I wipe the vomit from my face and trot back to where I dropped my duffel and garbage bag. I feel as if a great weight has been lifted from my aching shoulders and I'm in no rush to get anywhere fast. I grab my things and throw them over my shoulder, taking the time to get properly situated and comfortable. Once it feels right I simply start to wander like some human pack mule riding off into the sunset. The streets are empty and quiet and I'm surprised to find myself at ease and fine with the silence. The night air is cold but my body feels warm and relaxed. My body is a natural furnace. I meander about for 40 blocks or so and I start to get near Lake Union. Down where Mercer hits Fairview. My feet start to ache so I plop down on the sidewalk. Take a breather, take a pill. My eyes tingle like tiny bells still shaking after being struck long ago. I look down at my ragged piece of shit shoes and there are holes everywhere. Tiny little windows that look into pockets of pink flesh. These used up chucks don't give the greatest support and my souls are wearing thin.