A poem about the fun side of addiction.
Where is the methadone clinic for the people who take drugs with their eyes and thumbs? Why does asking for the wifi password feel like finding a vein?
No ideas. Writers block. Fuck it, just put something on the page, then hit post. But what if it doesn’t make sense? Doesn’t matter, hit post, keep posting. Post post post. You need the likes. True, I’m fiending. That means you’re addicted. Yup, and twitter is my dealer. You should quit. You just told meContinue reading “Your Likes are My Crystal Meth”
Junior year I didn’t see much of Robert, I still hung out with Steve and the guys but Robert was rarely around, he had some girl friend junior year, Vicky, and he still had the heroine. I still didn’t know about the heroine yet, but every time I did see Robert, his arms and legsContinue reading “Trash of the Gods. Chapter 6. Junior Year, a chunk of life in 300 words or less.”
After that, Robert and I began to hang out more at his house after school. We would score our weed at the Strip mall then kick it in his room, doing the same thing we did at school. Get high and talk about literature. Ever since middle school, it felt like Robert and I wereContinue reading “Trash of the Gods Chapter 2. The Tao of Conversation”
I originally met Robert in the sixth grade. Not even twelve and he was an orphan living with his Aunt. I didn’t know this about him for the first two weeks I knew him, I only found out about it when I told him a yo’mama joke and he punched me as hard as heContinue reading “Trash of the Gods : Chapter 1, The Painting”
The obituary didn’t mention that he was drunk, riding his bike down the wrong side of the street, when the SUV knocked him to the concrete. Robert was killed instantly and pronounced dead on the scene. Robert had issues, to say the least. I think he wasn’t even 17 when he tried heroin for theContinue reading “TRASH of The GODS : Preface”