soph

wanna hear a story? my housemate Jonathan found some opium poppies in the community garden right by where he works. so he brought some home. I mean, how much better can a community garden be -- sharing -- that's the point, right? So I was just layin around being fucked up last night when the boy called (from a payphone, no less, in the pouring rain, because his phone is broken). He told me he'd be at home, I said are you asking me to come over or just telling me you'll be home? He said "asking," but I still couldn't do it. I was practically in bed already. He sounded sad, but I decided not to feel bad about it. It's a really sweet image, though, him standing in the rain talking to me in the middle of the night, maybe wearing a baseball hat, maybe smoking a cigarette. awwww...