title: alvis and all of the sudden i remember that one boy i probably knew him earlier in time stealing a smoke behind the science building not moving or talking the only sound the burning tobacco crackling like firewood, the beautifull deviancy. he didn't trust me, or maybe he didn't want to i'm sorry, the corporal stomped on my cigarettes right there i swear to it. honest. even then you knew something is going on here always more cautious than me but getting caught anyway I wonder where you are now tired, famished, lonely, dirty. another victim of society. no, i'd rather imagine a smiling face, a happy drunk, a giddy addict like myself. when we meet again please let me buy you a carton of cowboy killers though it will never be as satisfying as the ones behind the science building
December 1999
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