A few more lines taken, and now a few more written?
“I’ve got flower and powder. Both are fire”, he says.
“O.K, I’ll take the latter. I have a bill for you”.
And that was that. He showed up, we sat on my porch. He smoked a blunt while I rocked in my chair. This is the second time I’ve seen him, after meeting my new “him”. It doesn’t matter to me anymore if he knows. He tries a few of his manipulative lines.
“So, I bet you two will have fun tonight” he probes, trying to get confirmation of my solidarity or guilt. Who knows.
He looks so much different now. Both to the human eye, but more importantly through my eyes. He’s lost so much weight as a vegetarian . Always maintaining his sculptured build that he was blessed with, but he must be less than 140 pounds now. He’s grown out his thick black hair, and let his beard take over, what I know to be a baby face, underneath. He’s always well dressed in his Miami inspired attire, but he has white beaters on. No limited addition, stand in line for 3 hours, prestine “kicks”.
He spends time looking down at his phone, and I stare at him. There will always be that faint attraction. The nostalgia of when we were partners in crime. Living a crazy life of making money, exploring and critiquing every restaurant and bar, then coming home to indulge in other things. Painful, but pleasureful things. Most of which I don’t remember. . .
He looks up, and I’m already back to rocking in my chair.