after a long pause as we stand with faces smiling, mouths closed, eyes squinting into the setting sun as the breeze blows lightly over our ears, i let my shoulders fall and the cool feeling of the air settle on my skin.
"yo man," he says, cracked teeth sticking out in a grin, "yo man you got someofthose get-a-nigga-busted eyes i tell ya sheeeeit."
"it's really a beautiful night, i love the way it smells down here, the wind is always blowing."
"yeah man, yo ain't no shit about it, that gulf shit right over there," as he points his cigarette somewhere towards the west, "that gulf shit just be sittin there chillin'."
lesson #1
i have become so accustomed to lying compulsively for no reason beside the fact that no one is ever actually listening to me, that i inadvertently pushed away the only ones that ever actually did.
