which was apt
for the bleak conversation
when he walked in it was near close
i gave him a dirty look before recognizing him
and making fun of his hat
fucking everyone has a fancy hat these days
tall men in hats in the rain
like the 40s
anyway he had his usual air of entitlement
but you could see
even in the candlelight
something had turned his skin red
you could tell he had been picking at it
scratches that crossed my mind
like a shadow of a junky
he still talks like a proper Californian knowitall
for some reason his attitude makes me try to impress him
like when we were kids
so i set him a flight
of amber to brown to deep dark sips in polished cups
he wants to go drink wine when im off
so we can further battle for the better tongue
at least that's what i thought
i realize im not listening to him
and he's saying "I almost 5150'd myself."
i really look at his face now
he is frantic
and manic
he's crying
he was going to drive his car off a cliff
guilty that anyone ever has to deal with his bullshit
worried that the whole world was a cage full of rats
tired of lying to himself
he kept driving through red lights
and trying to hit the pipe at the same time
maybe the problem is multi tasking
i try to make him laugh
after an hour
we find a bar still open at 130am
the bartender takes shots with us
he's a peach
when we leave
he immediately begins to cry again
nothing in his life is as good as that conversation with the bartender
im close to home when he decides jack n' the box tacos are the answer to all life's problems
i agree
he's speeding and almost misses the turn
yelling at me for being skittish
begins crying again
i'm sorry i'm sorry
over and over
don't tell me you're sorry
i'ma get you some tacos
so i do
while i wait i watch him pace around the car in the parking lot
when i jump back in the car he drives off
eating the tacos at the same time
he tells me he wants to sleep in his car
he knows a place he wants to wake up by the conservatory of flowers
he wants to listen to the rain on the tin roof
i kiss him goodbye
he cackles through the passenger window as i try to find the right key
he drives away when my heavy door slams shut
it didn't stop raining for three days
then i remember the last thing he said
go write about this
god damn narcissist
for the bleak conversation
when he walked in it was near close
i gave him a dirty look before recognizing him
and making fun of his hat
fucking everyone has a fancy hat these days
tall men in hats in the rain
like the 40s
anyway he had his usual air of entitlement
but you could see
even in the candlelight
something had turned his skin red
you could tell he had been picking at it
scratches that crossed my mind
like a shadow of a junky
he still talks like a proper Californian knowitall
for some reason his attitude makes me try to impress him
like when we were kids
so i set him a flight
of amber to brown to deep dark sips in polished cups
he wants to go drink wine when im off
so we can further battle for the better tongue
at least that's what i thought
i realize im not listening to him
and he's saying "I almost 5150'd myself."
i really look at his face now
he is frantic
and manic
he's crying
he was going to drive his car off a cliff
guilty that anyone ever has to deal with his bullshit
worried that the whole world was a cage full of rats
tired of lying to himself
he kept driving through red lights
and trying to hit the pipe at the same time
maybe the problem is multi tasking
i try to make him laugh
after an hour
we find a bar still open at 130am
the bartender takes shots with us
he's a peach
when we leave
he immediately begins to cry again
nothing in his life is as good as that conversation with the bartender
im close to home when he decides jack n' the box tacos are the answer to all life's problems
i agree
he's speeding and almost misses the turn
yelling at me for being skittish
begins crying again
i'm sorry i'm sorry
over and over
don't tell me you're sorry
i'ma get you some tacos
so i do
while i wait i watch him pace around the car in the parking lot
when i jump back in the car he drives off
eating the tacos at the same time
he tells me he wants to sleep in his car
he knows a place he wants to wake up by the conservatory of flowers
he wants to listen to the rain on the tin roof
i kiss him goodbye
he cackles through the passenger window as i try to find the right key
he drives away when my heavy door slams shut
it didn't stop raining for three days
then i remember the last thing he said
go write about this
god damn narcissist
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