Found this to be a dope read and articulated very well.. Reminds me of an elongated poem… Or a dream sequence… Goin from scene to scene not so much knowing where one starts and the other begins… Not so much knowing why you’re dreaming at all…
I snapped a picture of my surroundings and sent it to him, so somebody would know where I was.
“Pretty,” he said. “Where is that?”
Downtown Newark, New Jersey is anything but pretty, but nighttime hides a multitude of sins.
“Are you going to score?”
“Yes” I texted.
“Don’t be a dumbass” he responded.
“If you don’t hear from me in an hour-there’s a problem.”
An hour later, I was laying in front of a magical Christmas fireplace with the whole family I never had.
The most magnificent church bells rang in my soul.
My brain was massaged by Kafka and Burroughs,
as I bathed in the warm golden sunshine of a perfect life.
I squinted at my cell phone at 7:45 the next morning. My cell phone alarm had been beeping for 45 minutes.
7:45? Fuck. I usually am up at 6:30. Get my kid up at 7.
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