Glass (Crank 2)

I was kidnapping him, did you?

Sheesh. I’ve got enough problems!

[No shit!] Still, both Bree and I

are relieved when he hands off Hunter

to Mom. He gestures for me to follow

him to his car. I want to take you

out tomorrow night for your birthday.

As you can probably tell, I brought

a little go-fast along, but it’s mostly

gone. I’m thinking you’ve got stash

of your own. Can you spare some?

[Whose birthday is this, anyway?]

“I have a little I can share,” I admit.

“But only about half a gram.”

If I give you some cash, can you

score some more? He extracts two

wadded hundreds from a pocket.

“I’ll try. But just so you know,

this was the first time I’ve done

any since Hunter was born.”

Okay. He slides behind his steering

wheel. Oh. I ran into Buddy before

I left. He said to send you his love.

Dad Drives Off

Leaves me coughing

on his exhaust fumes and shaking

at his parting remark.

I haven’t stopped

to think about Buddy, aka Adam,

in a very long time.