We have spectacular moments.
We have deep conversations.
I call her many names:
Smoking buddy.
Liquored up.
My sense of humor.
Opened up to.
Shared experience.
Peer pressure.
Free of judgement.
Acceptance and giggles.
Sobriety is not our Forte.
Challenge accepted.
I beat you.
Pass the jungle juice.
Spike the coffee.
Smoke a square.
Spark up that bowl.
We aren’t dull.
We aren’t complete.
We are dumb.
We are lost.
A version of myself.
A version of her.
She doesn’t always say ‘yes’.
But ‘no’ can be quite rare.
She knows some secrets.
She’s seen some scars.
Boundaries broken.
Nights of puking.
Open opinions.
Desired suggestions.
This is only the beginning.
of a co-dependent friendship.