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and muggy. Just right for rain that won't come. My window stopped working so all I can do is sit in the AC and watch my gas leak into the air. The sound of a burning cigerette has a calming effect, flirting with the hum of the artifical cool breeze. Without a doubt, it's summer. I wear the coat for effect, I'll admit it, but with the sun's rays pulling the clouds down to sufficate the flesh, I can't even have that. Drapped over notebooks, pens and a fair share of pill bottles and garbage, the old coat blots out, even for a while, the sole fuel for my life. I like it. I try to ash out the window, needless to say without success. Ash flies over my jeans, leaving streaks of powder white as I try to brush it off. I either look like the sloppy ass I am or like a crackhead. A sloppy one at that.
I throw the car to the curb and my coat the the floor. He was a crack head. Big time. Noted, for someone in his...economic position, it's not uncommon. Hell, ghetto folks are always on crack. But not like this. Not that much. No way some guy wearing rags, and it's kind to call them that. No no no, something is, was, all wrong with that picture.
I'm an idiot.