29 to 18
hanging out at my old house and everyone's pointing, "you just moved out, you're back so soon, though you was too cool to drool on that pillowcase", while i pace through the humid hall and stare at the crawl space. in this hood kids with long pockets complain "its so far" and then stay away. escaping their whines, proudly i sway, i've got more ex roomates than fucks chalked up, if i keep thinking i'll miss the blunt.