roarkisdead
Bluelighter
i saw an old friend today, damn he looked bad. dirty and pale, skinny as hell, his eyes were bloodshot, breath stunk of booze. i asked how he was, got the same answer, "its all good." could never lie. right away i knew what was what. falling back into old ways, forgetting his problems in his usual way. we talked for a bit and i found out his cause, two fifths of jack, too many lines. i tried to reason as he broke out one more, i knew it wouldn't work so didn't really try. so many times stuck in this place, this time will be the last, saw my reflection, slipped back into myself.
