the importance of being alone.
Tuesday, Dec. 31, 2002
rockstar and i stayed up until i began to sway with fatigue. we talked about boy and how to deal and what the world is like now and how it is to love.
we tripped through old stories of loud sex and cigarettes. we laughed about the stupider people and complained about the smarter ones.
mainly, we talked about boy over camel lights and a hefty bowl of pistachios, wondering what he would think of all this. we shouted and screamed and tortured the cats. we threw our frustration and sadness at each other, and then we smoked another cigarette for him.
