Her dad asked 'are you treating him well, or are you giving him a hard time?' She said we're fine and when i do yell at him i always say i'm sorry afterwords. 'You never once said your sorry to me Adrienne for all those years you treated me like complete shit.' She looked at him in the eyes and said with all sincerity 'i'm sorry. i'm sorry. i'm sorry'...twenety-two times.
It was time to go and Adrienne, walking off the porch smiled and said in an upbeat tone, 'sorry bout that!'

And I knew he was gonna ask me, so I asked him first, you know, I wuz like, I said excuse me, sir,do you have a cigarette? And he smiled and he reached in his pockets and he said aw man i don't- do you??? BwhHAhAhAAhhAH! !!! And we both start burstin out laughing and this guy's like friggin huggin me! (. Then we left the Clermont and just started walkin down North street-no- up actually- towrds Little five Points. And here we are. You got a smoke?

Pale and dark-eyed with a skin of symbols and knuckle words, he is rarely alone -because that part of the world is not ready to explode .

A flame shakes in its glass watching a pipeful of herbs extinguish itself, listening to the buzz of the portal to a vision he holds in his hand . All night people walk in and out; their dreams walk along beside them.

Leave him alone and in that short moment he smashes a cigarette out into his own forearm- in the caucasion space left among a sailor… Continue

I don't get it.. I don't get it! ~~ I don't get it
I don't get it I don't get it . I'll just take the easy way out. *