Sitting on the balcony of my second floor apartment building, I drag my cigarette and listen to the footsteps of people walking by on the sidewalk beneath me. Tat, tat, tat. Tat, tat, tat. It sounds like it’s two people but I don’t care enough to look and see for sure. I just listen toContinue reading “To Do List”
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Curb
It disturbs me to think about how many nights I sat on this curb after work, smoking a bowl, when I could have been hanging out with my friends instead. It’s like I was determined to be alone. Like I wanted to isolate myself, and get high, rather than high five my friends at thisContinue reading “Curb”
