i had some of my ir up and it wasn't enough so i wnt down to the place, you know where we were that one time and i had some skinnies because i;m trying to lose some of this stuff here. so anywhay it was shit like sodawaster and stuff, right okay so i had vodka and some patron and stuff, but there was this one chick who i talked to who i walked with and we took the metro up to where there that one chursh is. you remember where we used to sit in the sair well and hide from everyone while watching them walk by. yeah i think it's a shelter now - the basement. so we sat there and she pulled me to watch this homeless guy fall over and drop all of his food bank shit. i thin he dented some cans or something and some of his boxes broke open with popcorn or whateer it was spilling out. she didn't laugh and was going to help him, but couldn't do it because he smelled so bad. i would have been impressed if she'd done it anyway, this made me sigh and slump bad. i loose faith in people quickly. can't be bothered any more. not after what happened between us.
so it made me think of you. i don't think i'll be able to stop writing to you. i don't know if i should expect a reply. probably a goodbye is in order, but
