The End of an Era

The funny thing about it is I never remembered meeting him. I don't remember the words that were spoken nor can I count how many cigarettes we actually smoked but something about that day made me never forget him. something in his ways never let me_let him_let_go... like all the other bad habits i was stuck on an icy mountain chasing a high that steadily eludes my grasp...becoz i followed the advice of the elders and jumped full speed ahead off the tallest peak!!!... into love...  letting something_someone go brings them back???. then where the FUCK is my parachute? i never asked for it to be golden, or even silver, bronze, diamond encrusted, leather, laced, with the lv, interior or any of that other dumb nigger shit... just that it would be there... in case of emergency in case there was no cushion at the end of my rainbow... just a cold hard pot of gold...