I was discharged
from the psyche ward I was smoking crack had taken a bottle of sleeping pills to put myself to sleep forever There was a guy I met in the ward named Eddie He was hooked on OCs We were both released the same day exchanged numbers made a pact that we’d stick together and get clean Later that night I played Richard Hell & the Voidoids on my discman as I walked flirted with the mirror ripped up my shirt jumped and stammered looked toward outer space and screamed through the void Only God could hear the joy It felt good to be out of that place When the song ended I passed Greg the cash went home and snorted lines then called Eddie said I screwed up I’m sorry, man but I got high again He was quiet like there was no one there and then he said: Oh, me too. Oxis, man? He was silent I imagine he nodded then dropped the phone clunk--he was gone/// just like that I spent the rest of the night staring at my own reflection Boy did it feel good to be out of that place
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