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I was texting with a complicated girl

the same time I was listening

to the skinhead meth fiend

rant about his baby's

parole-breaking Momma.

"...we've both been through our fair share of trauma...," I typed.

"....yes, and I'm sick of being an emotional cripple because of it...," she typed.

she is COMPLETELY off her rocker, dude!  know-what-I-mean? and. and. and she's asking for money!!!  she is asking for money because she is doing dope!!!  know-what-I-mean?​ how do I know she is doing dope!?? I know she is doing dope know-what-I-mean because she is not making any sense...!!! 

This went on for about fifteen minutes,

both the texting and the listening to lunacy.

My angry friend suddenly had to hang up with me.  

Then another call came in and I answered that one, too.

It was a crackhead house painter.

I listened.  More mania. But I still texted, too.

"...we need to just take it easy on each other...," she typed.

"...and both not be so afraid of loving each other..." I typed.

it's cold as balls up in this piece. the cottage is vacant until we get this job done.  no warmth. yessir. just a cold empty space until we clean house from the inside out. then the lights come back on... 

He had me on speaker phone

and was rolling a second coat on a ceiling

of a mansion he was painting at the moment.  

He went on to say he was grateful,

because this day marked in the annals of history

his one year anniversary of being released from prison.

"...and I miss sleeping with you...," I typed.

"...I do miss sleeping with you...,"  she typed. 

life is hard. fucking-a right it's hard.  but doable. life is doable. i mean if a piece of shit like me can turn a frown upside down then imagine what an asshole like you can do if you put your mind to it...

My lovely ex-con friend

sounded like he was fighting back tears

(of escaping feelings he tried to keep 

strangled and locked up).

I thought, the process of redemption

doesn't make any sense.

have a good day, man! what's left of it. [click]

"...I can't wait to see you tonight...," she typed.

"...I've been thinking about it, too...," I typed.

Me and the complicated girl

were always breaking up

then getting back together.

:)

:)