i roamed the streets today. i looked like shit. i really did. no make up. no clean clothes. no sleep. no medication.
god i was so happy.
i was fucking soaring.
some greasy skater walked up and i said hello and he asked if i was 4/20 friendly. i told him about my drug dealing and my getting caught and my probation and he gave me a hug. said i was cute and bummed a smoke and rolled away. he didn't even know my name.
jesus, do i just ooze a stoner vibe?
do i scream DRUG ADDICT?
automatic lights go off as i walk by and i'm two hours early to my alcoholics anonymous meeting. i ran out of cigarettes and the holes in the thumbs of my gloves are getting bigger. i drank coffee and made friends and some lady said i was beautiful and artistic and had a glow about me and said i should model and that i was years ahead in fashion, she told me the look i rocked was supposed to be the next "big thing" according to popular scene magazines.
thank you?
you asked me if i could spend the night at your house again.
god.
i love you.
