stoned.....

the clacking of the dogs nails on the hardwood floor seems to be never ending as the smoke from an extremely long mentholated cigarette runs through my eyelashes. creating a burn in my eyeball i only feel when i pee after having unprotected sex with a girl in the valley who's name now escapes me.....it feels like years since a hot shower seemed to wash all of the slut off of me, spiraling down the drain as my livelyhood was soon to follow. aging has a funny way of settling you down against your wishes. and the true meaning of life as unclear as it may seem most of the time, shines like the sun through the windshield of a boxtruck on an early los angeles morning on the 405 freeway.
the pain that a shot of heroin used to push down into the bottom of my soul is now staring me in the face. and all i can do is laugh and jump over the crack in the sidewalk.......