dick_army

I can still remember the first time I saw you.

Remember? We were 16 and you were walking over to the Duchess convenience store in your bare feet. I had just convinced Troy to buy me a pack of Winstons.

Do you remember a year or so later when we would skip lunch with the gang and smoke cigarettes at your house? I can still see you standing there talking shit about your dad next to that framed issue of Time from John Lennon's death.

I guess it's already been three years since I last saw you. We were doing coke with your rich French lover and you were talking shit about your boyfriend.

I will never forget your lips, stained crimson by the wine. I thought you were a vampire, and it thrilled me.