i just met a native from las cruces. i know las cruces, vaguely. and i have a native friend, homeless, of royal blood.
i don't have cash on me
told him i wish i had
asked what he needed
"i could use a clean shirt"
man... i so often roll with an extra layer, short sleeve to jacket.
i name dropped for street cred
he doesn't know my friend, ryan Sullivan
he listened to a story of an apology to his people
y'all know i like my decades broke in, carhartts and y'all know i tend to roll with coats for friends
i don't need a 5x, anymore
he said it was too big
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and when it rains
it will cover his knees, right
so he takes it and 2 rolls of tp
as i write this, he returns... handily my $150ish, carhartt back, saying HE'S sorry...
his people, rightfully, own the pool i swim in.
my shirt is clean...
I'm wearing a 1x, a LIL tight
mine was wicking material
gonna b a hot one in kingman, today
i will wear his filthy souvenir, proudly
g, no doubt, will wash it, mas tarde
and in a couple weeks
i won't have to buy a new shirt
and can wear it, with pride
i made a new friend and he shook my hand with a firm grip, twice
black of hair
brown eyes
i forget his name
redskin, will do
it's fitting
I'm cheap
hate buying clothes
could've sold it
could've pawned it
could've traded it for drugs
could've
may have saved my life
i get my shirts from Walmart
they're having an outbreak