i spent my first night in the rain, at 15, with trench foot and surf booties. my surf chick had just dumped me, as i carried her lil brother to safety n my arems, his warm blood, misted iron in the air, running down my radius and metatarsals. it was may, or june. the fog had cleared. my step dad, statey, told me not to bother, returning... 1 of four, took a stranger in... i was not ready to learn, doormats will insulate you, in negative zero... i took my first bong rip. my first drunk was jack Daniel's. you people r disputing. just give me a blindfold and marlboro... better make it a 100... and i gave my brother, the anniversary edition, zippo, from big bear... where i tricked out big trux... to make sure I'd lay over a 4 hour run... every time... because teamsters r professionals and i liked the dichotomy, of laying in a hot tub, after meeting the most interesting banker at champs... not the bra, antler, place... who was out on stress leave and had just been robbed at gunpoint... and there would b 5' of snow out the window, with condensation of the icy chilled, glass and my whole life has been conflict and dysfunction... and i would pray and consider my brother... by a warm, wall heater, patina'd in warm crimson probably fe... and that french girl, left me because i wouldn't f her... she wasn't ready... and that is my life; that was one day... fractures hurt
but the coffee is fresh