The shine of this college town is rusting on him.
Working full-time as a chemist doesn’t feed the itch anymore.
Companionship has been mixing with disappointment like biter vermouth.
He needs a new chemical cocktail, so he’s trying serotonin in the end of a pen.
All day at work he ties his science arm, until his creative veins ache for an injection of late night inspiration.
Unpacks his pencils, orders a Panini and fills his pages with literally hundreds of hours of the high he finds in drawing.
“I used to think I would teach chemistry, now that’s highly unlikely.”
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