It was bound to happen….
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“I’ve always had the thought that I could write something great” He said
“Yea man it’s good, it’s good”
They both lit up another cigarette enjoying the poignant high from the heroin. The settled rush when shooting up always made them want to talk, just like it always put a different smell in his nose. They could talk about anything and it would be gold but still something about these talks were pure and that might as well have been the smell of an angel.
You do believe in God right?! Well then you know things hardly manifest out of nothing. The universe didn’t, so why would any conversation? It was a momentary heaven on earth for these weary, young sinners and regardless of the fuel burning in the pit of motivation, there was a point somewhere.
*BANG*
The lighter he was holding fell to the ground with a pitched hit. As he picked it up he scrolled through his phone again. Always scrolling, scrolling.
“I tell you what…”
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