Sing it on the street, drunk, to a cop


There is no space between.

i’m not sure if we had ever gone through her, or tried to, but we gave her 30 and she disappeared and it sucks to get ripped off when you’re buying drugs because even fifteen minutes can be a fucking eternity and when you wait for over an hour and that thought finally burrows its way into your plane of unwelcome acceptance you would have trouble focusing on a conversation with god himself, and when we finally gave up, or did we go looking for her, again I cant recall, we happened to drive by her walking the sidewalk, and we confronted her but we knew, because when it comes to junkies and drugs we know, we always know, that we were going to be sick that day and she wasn’t and so the confrontation wasn’t even half hearted because at that point in our lives even something half-hearted would have required at least half a stamp and we were broke and sick, broken, sick, so we simply drove home.

and remember hearing about her months later? her boyfriend snapped her neck, killing her after he caught her stealing drugs from him. it didn’t feel right or wrong, in fact it just felt like one less way to find drugs, and that feeling sucks.

but what really connected me to you was when you had a headache and you asked for an advil and i said ‘it says to take one, how many do you want?’ and you said ‘three’ I knew we were the same.

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