The summer afternoons when we'd sit with our dealer
and he told all his stories growing up as a Blood from day one
were some of the best days I've ever had.
We'd sit out until eight,
passing blunts and revelling in the now
or we'd all sit in the park downtown until midnight,
experimental college kids and aimless hedonists alike getting crossfaded
into the early morning hours.
Some of us get too caught up wondering if life has a purpose.
It doesn't have to mean anything,
and I don't mean that in a bad way