one little girl fast asleep on

the shoulder of each guy,

I am very high. And also

a little bit out of my mind.

With the kids in bed, the guys

want to party. I’ve partied

solo for hours. Can I party

more, just because I have

company? [No-brainer. Ha!]

Smoking ice is the weirdest

thing. I mean, one minute

you’re totally pissed at the world

(not to mention the people

who populate the place).

The next, all is forgiven,

everything right, and you

can’t really remember why

you were so mad in the first

place. It’s irritating because one

of life’s true joys is being

righteously angry about

something. But load the pipe

and the “righteous” part

vanishes in a puff of smoke.

Smoke

There’s been a lot of that,

in and out of my lungs,

in and out of my room,

in and out of my life, for

the past two-point-five weeks.

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