ashtray

so he brought with him a nameless skull that's worth a thousand confessions and a scolding. i couldn't believed it myself. i learned from the other through one of our rare encounters that he has a younger i-don't-know, a sister or a brother, whatever in one of the neighborhood colleges and that the dorsal part of the lowly skull has been jeopardized to become a functional ashtray. guess he smokes, huh? ain't that a surprise? beats me.