Anthony asked me if I would answer some questions. I said, “sure.” And now there’s a full interview that you can view on his site: When initially stumbling across this young, self-revealed HS drop-out, writer’ Lou Rasmus’ WordPress site, formerly known as ‘Drink and Smoke and Fuck’ I was left a bit queasy. His writing,Continue reading “Interview”
She calls me and says that she wants to go for a ride. I say, “ok.” She says that she wants to get high, and she asks if we can smoke tonight. I say that we can. And then I pick her up and we go for a drive. She takes one hit of theContinue reading “Blunt Ride”
I don’t really remember yesterday, or anything from the last few weeks. I just know that my trash can is now overflowing with beer cans and there’s cigarette ash on my bedsheets, and joint roaches littered across the floor, and there’s cum in almost all of my socks. So I guess I’ve been masturbating aContinue reading “I Don’t Remember”
Coffee. Coffee. We’re drinking coffee to wake up. And we’re smoking weed to zone out. And we’re dragging cigarettes to balance the two. Then more coffee. More coffee to stay awake, because we get nervous when we’re groggy. But then it’s too much coffee. And we’re jittery, so we smoke more weed. Too much weed.Continue reading “Youth”
I don’t write about love anymore. I don’t love anymore, either. Drink and smoke and fuck eveything else. Love can eat my ass.
I want to pull a handful of dirt from the earth and listen to the heartbeat of the world for a little while, and remind myself that I live here, and not in this fucking phone. It’s easy to forget sometimes, with how much life I pour into these texts and Snapchats and Facebook updates,Continue reading “Reunion”
The city looks different tonight, but that might just be because I’m fucking high right now, and the loud music playing through the speakers of my girlfriend’s beater is making everything shake a little. I kind of like it.
I’m fucking tired of your love stories. And I’m tired of my love stories too. And I just want to move to California and wash all of these words off of me in the ocean. I think that would make me feel better. Refreshed. It might help me sober up, too, because I’m high rightContinue reading “Love Story”
I get stoned in the morning, every morning, and then before I know it it’s the next morning. It always goes like that. Probably because I smoke too much. Probably. I just can’t remember what we were talking about.
I have a backpack full of weed, and a case almost full of beer, and I’m trying to make it seem like I’m not getting fucked up to suppress my fears. But I am.