On March 19th TJ called Bobby. It was her day off and they hooked up. It had been 6 months ago last time they saw each other. She always felt grateful for every occasion the two transients got together. She felt at home in his arms and in his heart. He invited her to his hotel room in Hollywood, but he said they charged $12 a day for a guest. “Fine can’t you come down here then?,” she had asked. He said he would take the train downtown Anaheim and she could pick him up at the train station down the street from where she lived.
Just as she got there, he was already high tailing it to her car. It was always a trip in a fun way to see Bobby again. He hadn’t seen her new place. This time at least she’d have a place for him to lay down. She had a couch in her room that made into a bed. The day went by in seconds it seemed. He said he was doing well at work and she was shocked to hear him say he hadn’t done any meth since Jan. “No way! Damn Bobby you’ve been good!.” “Meth is too hard to get out in Hollywood. All there is is crack,” he said. “Shit that’s just a fucking waste of money. I’d rather have nothing,” said TJ.
That explained the times Bobby had emailed her saying he was drunk for lack of meth. Unlike TJ, he loved booze. She’d given Bobby a couple small hits of glass and they hit him hard. He was one happy boy. She loved his child like playfulness and abundant enthusiasm. Reaching over to give her a huge bear hug once outside her bedroom door, she returned the embrace as she heard him say,"I always feel at home with you. I am free to be myself." With that he gave her a big kiss.
“If I could make a monument of your perfect skin, your lovely deep brown eyes, your jet black hair, perfect ass, and sparkly smile I’d sculp it for you and leave it as a universal monument to you so you’d be immortal in some small way. The infinate vast spacial blackness would be my canvass. I’d paint your portrait using the shooting stars to put a gleam in your smile and stardust in your eyes. Then I’d take the wind, the desert, and sculp your radiance, charm, and laughter out of canyons and valleys, using the highest mountain peaks and all the mysteries of the earth so the heavens could gaze down upon you and behold your infinate masculine yet childlike beauty.
All the gods and goddesses would look upon your image, your monument for centuries. The tears of Venus would rain upon the earth, and oceans, lakes, and waterfalls would decorate and magnify the lovely soul that you are for all to behold and admire for centuries to come. From the hottest suns, to the coldest, smallest frozen planets near and far, Bobby. You are my shining star now and forever. I’d paint your soul if I could. I love you now and I always will,” said TJ to Bobby.
Softly smiling at her he said, “You have a way with words. Your’re a romantic soul.” He gently planted a kiss on TJ’s cheeck. Two hours before they left the sanctuary of her apartment, they pulled out the bed and turned out the light leaving the TV on in the dark. They laid next to each other, talked, and held each other until it was time to go. He had to take the 4:30am train and she had to be at work at 5:00am. She drove him the short mile to the train station and kissed him goodbye, and watched him disappear into the night. She was glad there wasn’t meth where he lived which meant hopefully he’d keep a job longer this time as well as his current place of residence. Who knew when she’d see him again? Sighing she pulled away from the train station and drove off into the blackness to her destination of her own special place of people just like herself, the place she called work. Methadonia. A place where she felt right at home.
Just as she got there, he was already high tailing it to her car. It was always a trip in a fun way to see Bobby again. He hadn’t seen her new place. This time at least she’d have a place for him to lay down. She had a couch in her room that made into a bed. The day went by in seconds it seemed. He said he was doing well at work and she was shocked to hear him say he hadn’t done any meth since Jan. “No way! Damn Bobby you’ve been good!.” “Meth is too hard to get out in Hollywood. All there is is crack,” he said. “Shit that’s just a fucking waste of money. I’d rather have nothing,” said TJ.
That explained the times Bobby had emailed her saying he was drunk for lack of meth. Unlike TJ, he loved booze. She’d given Bobby a couple small hits of glass and they hit him hard. He was one happy boy. She loved his child like playfulness and abundant enthusiasm. Reaching over to give her a huge bear hug once outside her bedroom door, she returned the embrace as she heard him say,"I always feel at home with you. I am free to be myself." With that he gave her a big kiss.
“If I could make a monument of your perfect skin, your lovely deep brown eyes, your jet black hair, perfect ass, and sparkly smile I’d sculp it for you and leave it as a universal monument to you so you’d be immortal in some small way. The infinate vast spacial blackness would be my canvass. I’d paint your portrait using the shooting stars to put a gleam in your smile and stardust in your eyes. Then I’d take the wind, the desert, and sculp your radiance, charm, and laughter out of canyons and valleys, using the highest mountain peaks and all the mysteries of the earth so the heavens could gaze down upon you and behold your infinate masculine yet childlike beauty.
All the gods and goddesses would look upon your image, your monument for centuries. The tears of Venus would rain upon the earth, and oceans, lakes, and waterfalls would decorate and magnify the lovely soul that you are for all to behold and admire for centuries to come. From the hottest suns, to the coldest, smallest frozen planets near and far, Bobby. You are my shining star now and forever. I’d paint your soul if I could. I love you now and I always will,” said TJ to Bobby.
Softly smiling at her he said, “You have a way with words. Your’re a romantic soul.” He gently planted a kiss on TJ’s cheeck. Two hours before they left the sanctuary of her apartment, they pulled out the bed and turned out the light leaving the TV on in the dark. They laid next to each other, talked, and held each other until it was time to go. He had to take the 4:30am train and she had to be at work at 5:00am. She drove him the short mile to the train station and kissed him goodbye, and watched him disappear into the night. She was glad there wasn’t meth where he lived which meant hopefully he’d keep a job longer this time as well as his current place of residence. Who knew when she’d see him again? Sighing she pulled away from the train station and drove off into the blackness to her destination of her own special place of people just like herself, the place she called work. Methadonia. A place where she felt right at home.
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