9/17/14 The author does not wish to lay claim to the past in its entirety, so I deem this piece property of the muse to savor as inspiration rather than lose it to a phone notepads abyss. Eating dinner in his truck everyday to keep him far from our dysfunction that was bound to do us in anyway. Riding flowstate in that truck under the moon, writing in tandem. Rolling around in the back of it cuz his flesh made me forget our circumstances. I never had more passion. It's just a pity it was next to never mutually acknowledged. Im done being sold short this life. It's time for everyone else to make way, my glory days are approaching.