Smoke until the Filter.

Sharing a J with a nice kiwi in a sunny afternoon, drinking some coffee and just being. The friends that I left behind has made no effort to contact me.

Later, on a street made out of violence and random disobediance. I find myself sucking down the liquid cocaine, also known as whiskey. I hold a beautiful girl in my arms and as the night grows darker, I start to fear myself. I go to sleep drunk. emotional and very confused.