Then the trial happened. The dude i beat up, was dead and I thought i was to blame. I still do. I feel it every day.This put her in the arms of another dude. A friend of mine. His name was Lee. Lee was like the big brother I never had. But losing her, hurt. A lot. I mean... I've never had any success but to go from being alone to being with someone who was so cool, and really just got me-
So all head issues aside I move here. I meet this beautiful 19 year old southern bell. She loves X, cocaine, girls, and weed. My ideal woman. We were smoking in the park one day after class. Already we were kinda close to having something happen, but we were just waiting. 2 bike cops pull up. I reach in her purse, and take 1 bag of weed out and add it to mine. She's too cute for jail.
I spend 18 hours in lock up. 18 fucking miserable hours. I have a long essay about the cold cement floors- the abuse- the insanity... when I get out I find her. She has my stuff. I walk her to class, and then my aim is for home. But i tell her this. "I spent 18 hours in jail. 18 long fucking hours sleeping on my shoes for a pillow, and tucking my arms into my shirt for warmth. You want to make me forget the last 18 hours? You want to take that pain away? All I ask, is 1 kiss. Let me kiss the prettiest girl in this city. IT doesn't have to mean anything, but please, 1 kiss? just 1?"
What did she say. "I'm sorry I'm still not over my girlfriend back home. I appreciate what you did for me, but I'm sorry."
Typical.
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