Monday, May 11, 2009

Late Fall 2008

It was fucked up. We were fucked up a lot. She had a lot of old connections: I remembered Jack from the clinic. Things got really rough and we had to leave. We agreed to cut down. At least stop biting people. We rented with my last savings. She was out a lot. I had the internet. I thought we were straight, but in the trunk of the car she had kept their wallets and jewelry. She didn’t want to fuck me before she left. When the police came, I realized I hadn’t changed. I was just a naked loser.