i havnt forgot...

[rSin]

the jump when i remember it was right there under the desk
desk i was sitting at

357, calf skin case, fake furn inside, its there in one wrap of kitchen paper

i could smell it when i picked it up but i really caught the smell of old powder when i unzipped it and opened

no glissen of oil. need a clean

and then i remember

i got it out because someone needed killing,
thats what im doing

right...

and then i though of another option, and my mind spun away harder than a chain tow rope

there were three options

i could kill them
i could kill me
or, i could just walk away...



had never smoked ganja before but its the best i could describe it to you,
an overwhelming disattackment decended. i put the gun back grabbed me keys and split

the floating disattachment to myself that slammed into me just them stayed with me for three days...


honest injun.