Jul 20, 2022
(825) digitime
sitting at a bar next to the digitime jazz, my friend from another life dives into the snack container.
i’ve told him it was $2 for the container and i get it, that he dives in; he’s a courier for the government (gangs) we’re both saving money for rainy days:
back at home i’ll have to tell the girls to give him a warm welcome: we were the same once, identical. it’s strange to see how we diverged.
outside i’ve my mini-sedan, inconspicuous, while he’s got an armored, but streamlined motorcycle. of course when we stand he’s got the sequin pants and me my sparkly shirt (i can’t resist, it’s too beautiful)
