That fake *** hungry ****. I think drug dealers are morally deplorable but I'm writing this high. Here's where we are when curious. He had an eagle's talon tattooed outside of his thumb and forefinger. Eyes a blue I had never seen before. The way he sat like a delicate flower. Legs crossed effortlessly. I just need something. To talk to a friend. My credit is getting worse. I've got no plan or idea but am wriggling a bit. I feel good, I really do. Just buckets of tears. I have to look again. I wish I had the strength to shake it all off and to forget what I felt. It was so pure it was blasphemous.