FIVE

義郎
Yoshirou

5:13AM
Monday


Where the fuck are they?
Yoshi was drunk. His night was terrible from the beginning.
Lack of success in finding a girl had left him frustrated. Fighting in bars had left him bruised, and too many “my rounds” had left him broke.
Maybe it was time to go home
Home would never be where the heart was.
The human heart, in fact anything resembling humanity, was dead. Just lies and promises. Meaningless words to comfort enemies.
There is no home.