jordan

Have You Seen This Girl?



hi saya, i have to mention you in every journal entry now because you rock my

and now for a story. this is fiction. no its not.

so a bit while ago after i had to leave chicago and move back south, i learned a lot of interesting things about my cousin. he was somewhere in indiana hooked on cocaine last i heard. at one point he stalked virginia and busted up in a flower shop, robbed it for money to buy some heroin. he had to get what he needed to get what he wanted. that part i admired a lot. but it was crazy what he did because he knew the owner of the flower shop who he had beat up. the owner was his own mother. while he was in jail and i was stuck at home, with no job and no anything, just twenty years behind me and some ahead i wasn't sure i wanted, he started writing me from prison. 'you remember when uncle larry took us out to sit on them milk crates and handed us that amber colored drink and told us it was apple juice and it wutton, it was beer?' yes, i remembered. i also remembred the time uncle larry was drunk and ran over my cousin's foot, scraping the skin off so it looked like a baked ham.
just another day in the south.
now i just heard from mama that my cousin's done serving his time and he's been looking for me. he knows i'm up here in new york somewhere. i guess we'll see what happens next