Rendezvous

20 June 05 : 02.30 AM

Then I walked out the gate barefooted, and I shouted, "It's not!"

It was empty, the streets, it's 2 in the morning, we can hear thunder where we were sitting. My stomach was hurting.

"Fuck," he shouted back. He was at least 4 or 5 houses away. Then he threw it back.

"Thank you," I said as loud as possible and walked to pick it up.

"This is your own making!" I shouted and he didn't believe me. I walked back.

There's something my dad always says, "The whole fucking world can't be wrong about you." And no one really sees that about themselves.

I swear, that boy is fucking doing drugs again. And no we can't do a thing anymore, neither do we want to.