Waking up in another city in another province. It's not quite as crazy as it sounds but a shock nonetheless, this wasn't my house, wasn't my bed.

Picked me up outside a restaurant after she parted ways with me to go to work. I guess you could say we were getting that work too.

I insist that I hid some for the next day, before heading to her house, femme du jour...Really I had just smoked it all up.

Tore apart apartment looking for it - true ****** behavior, as we pieced together the better part of a week three sheets to the wind.

Is it really too late now? Obsessed with illusory thresholds, something a child would do.

I think it was too late three years ago when we found you blue. What a strange and foamy gurgle emitted when we pounded on your chest. ***** and human but distinctly lifeless.

It is really too late now, three years and running. You were stunning in the morning sun like an angel (how I hate judeochristian metaphors a bitter exhale), finally at peace.