September 2011
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Slow Fridays
I’m sitting naked on the can at my mother’s house trying to remember what happened last night. Hot steam fills the room to mask the cigarette smoke from my mom. Between the alcohol and drugs the night and my dreams slur into a haze.
At the bar there was this kid, Jackie, that I hate. I grew up with his sleazy ass and had enough of a dose of him then. He sits in the booth with us trying to act...
I'm back...
I know I haven’t posted for a while, so here it is. I want some comments because I’m planning on changing my style a bit. Let me know what you think.
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American Heroes
Sitting on the front porch I fill my lungs with plumes of grey smoke. After smoking dope I love the taste and smoothness of cigarettes. With each deep sigh of an exhale I’m a dragon. The sun sits low in the after dinner sky and the pot makes me introspective/retrospective.
I am this way because of my father, the toothless prick of this city street. It doesn’t matter what city, because at the...