A Giant Floating Ball of Dicks

It’s late. I watch my friends argue. It is a cool night, a bit wet; windows wide. I consider killing myself in the morning. “He’s a Dick,” L insists, lighting a joint. B shrugs, “Everyone is a dick in one way or another” L nods taking a long hit. He looks up at the ceiling, blows. The smoke pools, listens a moment, rolls it’s eyes and … Continue reading A Giant Floating Ball of Dicks