trying out some henry rollins styled writing.
Standing at the bus stop, she walks up to me with nothing but truth in her eyes (drugs) and says "did you see that?".
No.
2 years later, standing at that same bus stop, she follows me there again, saying "don't tell me you didn't see that?".
I can see the extasy making your brain bubble.
Just a couple months later, she knocks at my door, all wrinkly and exhausted.
"I know you saw it".
I did.
I didn't believe her because she was so fried.
When the exhaustion finally set in, anyone could see it wasn't just the bubbles controlling her.
It was him.