Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
Thursday, September 17th
Day 109
Night
Inhaling, I almost cough, but hold it in. Hear Boden snicker almost making me lose it and laugh, furcker. Then I exhale, watching the thin line of smoke curl and then meld with the fire in front of us. Pass it to Boden then lift the bottle to my lips with a smile and take a long drink. Works all done, the night is quiet and everything is… well its just good.
“Sure you don’t want to go try again? I’ll race ya,” I grin, and then snicker as I take the joint back and take another hit. “You go in one direction and I’ll go in the other and we’ll meet in the middle. C’amon, it’ll be fun,” I snort, laughing at that ‘go fuck yourself, you crazy prick,’ look I’m getting to know well. After our little adventure of trying to leave town, I’ve been trying to get Boden to do it again, just for kicks. I probably shouldn’t laugh, he is not so amused. Guess I can’t blame him none, considering what happened to him that last time didn’t happen to me. Probably wouldn’t laugh except for at the moment, I can’t fucking do anything but that. Guess that’s the point though.
Still haven’t talked about it much, but not sure there’s anything to talk about. Shit happened, it’s fucked and that’s it. Probably wrong about that though. Probably is plenty to talk about and I’m sure we will. For now though, just take another swig and pass the bottle with a grin, then burst out laughing when I look at him again.
Yep, it’s a good night.
[Open to Boden and Chester] [CLOSED]
Day 109
Night
Inhaling, I almost cough, but hold it in. Hear Boden snicker almost making me lose it and laugh, furcker. Then I exhale, watching the thin line of smoke curl and then meld with the fire in front of us. Pass it to Boden then lift the bottle to my lips with a smile and take a long drink. Works all done, the night is quiet and everything is… well its just good.
“Sure you don’t want to go try again? I’ll race ya,” I grin, and then snicker as I take the joint back and take another hit. “You go in one direction and I’ll go in the other and we’ll meet in the middle. C’amon, it’ll be fun,” I snort, laughing at that ‘go fuck yourself, you crazy prick,’ look I’m getting to know well. After our little adventure of trying to leave town, I’ve been trying to get Boden to do it again, just for kicks. I probably shouldn’t laugh, he is not so amused. Guess I can’t blame him none, considering what happened to him that last time didn’t happen to me. Probably wouldn’t laugh except for at the moment, I can’t fucking do anything but that. Guess that’s the point though.
Still haven’t talked about it much, but not sure there’s anything to talk about. Shit happened, it’s fucked and that’s it. Probably wrong about that though. Probably is plenty to talk about and I’m sure we will. For now though, just take another swig and pass the bottle with a grin, then burst out laughing when I look at him again.
Yep, it’s a good night.
[Open to Boden and Chester] [CLOSED]