burn out

Dennis had the disheveled appearance of a stoner, but I had never pegged him for a dealer. In the few months I had known him, almost a lifetime in the video arcade business, he’d never alluded to anything stronger than the three two beer we drank for free. I thought he was a burn out, a young man of little ability wasting away the final days of his potentially short life. He didn’t have the hustle to deal.

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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