is this karma?
My body fell onto the cat-smelling couch without my permission. I wasn’t upset or nothing, I put it in painful contact with ice and snow all week. It deserved a break. And I was still high from the euphoria a vacation gives you.
i could smell the food and drugs in the air. my stomach was turning. something wasn’t right.
An enchilada later, I managed to move enough to get outside for a smoke. Less than a month to go before I have to stop. Sam bummed me a square, Nat Sherman. Worth the effort.
i blew it off. i just got back. just had to get used to being here again.
We drove down there to see everyone. We didn’t talk in the car. I think he felt it too. We got whiskey and cokes and talked to Ed. I had a hard time concentrating on where I was.
i hate being right sometimes. i handed him the envelope. i knew what it was. he stayed in the hall reading what i knew.
That trip was so good to me, shit had to go down as soon as I hit Seattle. I should’ve known it too.
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