P.I. Log #4 (Pt 1/2)

I lit a joint up out of my pack and started to head home. I had to pass by my job again after dropping Ali off at the Motor Inn. 11:11 was the time and 11:11 (my job) was in the rear view, shrinking until it became a bitter spec that would be relived once […]

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To The Love of My Life

Its corny It’s cliche But I just want to hold your hand Vent about our days And smoke a j I know we agreed for space and to take a break But I miss my bestfriend I hope someday I can tell you that finally im yours That I found myself I surfaced through the […]

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P.I. Log #3

My radio was still on in my car and the Summer 2011 mix I made was playing. The first chorus of Number Five With a Bullet was playing, my how some songs bring back specific memories. Valerie was gone and we lost that pesky but intimidating drug dealer. Topher and I checked each other for […]

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For My Brother

I spent my early teens to now thinking that i’ll never be like them My father, your father, and all the hopeless men But you’re locked away somewhere upstate And i’m here twiddling my thumbs I’ll be the first to admit I failed you And it eats at me every single day I can’t help […]

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P.I. Log #2

On my drive home I felt my phone vibrate, I look at the caller id and it reads 11:11(the shithole), I pick up and it’s Lisa frantically telling me that she was buttering rolls for tomorrows breakfast rush and she reached her hand in and couldn’t believe what she pulled out, a half green and […]

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