chill bro

so i thought we needed this type of moment.


the kind where i watch you take pictures of yourself and i smile cause your usually really shy and right now your open and something new. I like this new kind of comfortability.

So i'm taking a sip of my coffee and we're discussing books. I like klosterman and you like bukowski. we are kindred spirits and i'm loving every moment.

my shirt says "to hell with you and all your friends" and its yellow and you say you cant stop thinking about it with me in it. You want to tell all your friends to go to hell just so you can worship my shirt.

I laugh at your funny jokes and i shake my head at the ignorant things you say. My lips are moving and your nodding to try to understand the language that im talking to you in. You seem interested and lost at the same time. i know ive got you in.

Your taking sips of your tea and your talking about how it kind of awakens you from a long depressing withdrawl from writing. you say that you havent written in days and that writers block has cause destruction completely. I frown cause i know how it feels not to know what to say when your hands are ready to be off.

We close up our meeting and i tell you we'll meet again. i look down at the shoes your wearing and i can picture ian curtis picking them out back in 79' but its cute and i laugh. i wish i could take a picture of them. and you smile and say its all good cause ill see them again.



and the day is over.