This old man

“If I’d had any sense, you know,” he says aloud, a lifetime of other thoughts folding and unfolding inside his head, “I’d never have gotten caught up in that mess.” He says mess as though the word itself were dirty, and his voice rattles in his throat with the rasping tremor of age, as his bones rattle in his hands with the same shake.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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