on a monday night bus headed down market to hear josh djtwo other folks in the back with me
a ragtag arrayed older black man with white face fuzz and purple one-armed glasses leaning askew, missing more than a few teeth,
and a snappily dressed young hispanic manfrenetically looking out the window, looking out the rear of the bus, definitely paranoid, definitely coke. he offered homeless some crack and left the bus in a hurry.
we shared a laugh over this frantic fool, and sighed over the detrimental effects of cocaine
not of pot thought, he asked if I cared to smoke a bowl. who was I to turn down such an experience as that?
the financial district streets were empty, we wandered through where I worked at wired by day
into an alley, he's packing the bowl ready,
I feel some tension, like there's something going on, some hidden agenda or something he gives me the first of many intense gazes over his broken glasses:
you knew when I looked at you on that bus that I wanted to suck your dick. ka-blam! wow.
no! I thought you looked like an interesting guy, and you might have some interesting stories to tell! he didn't believe me. he tried to talk me into it,
you know i would devour your cock. woah! the politics are too fucked up,
and i have a girlfriend!you can treat me like you wont treat your girlfriend.
these powerful suggestions were making me edgy - I wasn't supposed to be turned on by toothless gums
i decided to leave, under a freeway by now,
he told me where to find him.i thought, allen ginsberg would have done it,
not me.
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