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A Day Like Today
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This time last year when the tension, rising to scalding levels, reached its billowing point, I would run to my car, drag me E-Cig like an inhaler, and race at breakneck speeds on I-280 North, destination: Russian Hill.
Upon arrival, I would take the steps to Brain's apartment 2 at a time. Formalities and hugs out of the way, I would take shots of vodka, down a couple of coronas and vehemently urge the gathering,
"Lets Go Out!"
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On the streets of San Francisco I would tow my group of friends around, staying present enough with each one to hear their troubles and earn myself a free drink... or 2. We would be having FUN.
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Sufficiently cross eyed, I would make new friends, call a team meeting, conjoin the tribes and arrange a drop off. The drop off could occur at 1 of 2 locations.
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A. The exact location we were at, at that exact moment
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or
B. The apartment
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The decision hinged upon my ability to still walk a straight line.
The drop-off would arrive. I would take 1 friend with me, to split the cost of course, and quickly make friends with the courier. I made sure to mention,
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"I used to do this ya know."
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Bag secure, I would take the apartment stairs 4 at a time, lock my self in any room and dance my nose across dirty desks.
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Inhale 1 inhale 2 my lungs are strong like vacuum.
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Occasionally, I would bestow the talking stick to another because who wants to talk to themselves?
The hours would pour like grains of rice as the lights outside began to rise. Heart set to finish strong, the bag would empty while I play a sad song. Broken eyed, I would glance around and find that I had the crown. Last standing, tired and bent, I try to sleep where I don't pay rent. A couch or floor either works, but sleep won't come I must be cursed! Rise I would, masturbate I must, horny as hell, off the drugs.
I flush the toilet, it's 7am, the birds sing, I'll do it again.
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