billybillybilly

| THREE OF THEM |

what were we up to there... it was over $250 wasn't it? easy work... "yeah, maybe for you..." (internal monologue's a bitch)

i refuse. i simply flat out refuse.

i'm an insecure boy.

look down at my legs, think about my chest, up the stairs my knee twists and i think about that too, skinny arms, and i wore the wrong boxers, but i smile because i'll regret this later.

* * *

it's cold. let us in. (pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease)

lay around and

interject. {dear, you've sniffles now}

hard work sleep down 3 hours.

smile, this is strange to me, ending long nights.

* * *

a brick fell on my head.

no alarm, just thrashing.

late for a very important date.

take it easy until i forgot the card.

drivedrivedrivedrivedrivedrivedrivedrive...

worry, just a little.

see a pale girl from behind.

...there's not enough cream cheese...

"THERE'S NOT ENOUGH FUCKING CREAM CHEESE."

"i've proven i can ration when i need to."

this woman HATEs me.

(promise you that)

heh... i love the word "roadhead."

i've gotta be the first to leave on this so i do and i'm walking away knowing no one sees me wave and i walk outside and smile at an airplane over my head as i drive away.

it's too late now.

get on with life, but i miss my new friend.