I Can't Be Trusted
I stumbled around the house blind. I had pot for the weekend. That's why I got sex. What can I say, dope makes me horny. It is the best sex drug. Reliable, always hits, guaranteed hard. Pot and coke (that's the registered trade mark kind) at the bar, until you meet your pray. Beer after that, just to look manly. Two, no more. Then I can still function, any more and it's a wipe out.
I think of Andrew the Canadian.
I think about the weekend and trying my luck again.
I see the hot, married guy from over the road, when I'm out looking for mail. I swear, he always looks too long.
I swear I'm only going to have a morning, a lunch time and an afternoon joint. I'm positive.
I'm onto my fourth by 10.30am, when I stand on my balcony and feel the sun warming my skin.
I wonder what the poor people are doing? Standing on balconies in Carlton, I think, with a laugh.
What a lovely day. I must get out in it and breath in big, lung bucketfuls.
I water the plants, they are dry, but they look healthy. It's a miracle really. I think I must take them to the brink in between watering.
I think of Andrew the Canadian.
I think about the weekend and trying my luck again.
I see the hot, married guy from over the road, when I'm out looking for mail. I swear, he always looks too long.
I swear I'm only going to have a morning, a lunch time and an afternoon joint. I'm positive.
I'm onto my fourth by 10.30am, when I stand on my balcony and feel the sun warming my skin.
I wonder what the poor people are doing? Standing on balconies in Carlton, I think, with a laugh.
What a lovely day. I must get out in it and breath in big, lung bucketfuls.
I water the plants, they are dry, but they look healthy. It's a miracle really. I think I must take them to the brink in between watering.
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