anyway. Like he’d
know the Easter bunny
from some giant rodent.
Anyway, it’s a long
drive and I think I’ll
use my time alone to
crash and experience
the snooze of the dead.
Brad traded speed for
some downers. Guess
I’ll have to borrow a
couple. I want to be
good and rested by
the time Trey arrives.
Not that I know exactly
when that might be.
Not that I have a freaking
clue what he might be
up to in the meantime.
I pop an Ambien and
wait, thinking about Trey
and what he might be
doing at this moment. My
head starts to spin, like
riding a Tilt-A-Whirl.
I close my eyes, hang
on tight against loop
the loop in my head.
I’m over the edge….
It’s Gray