Saturday, September 28, 2013

Carl Dream

I am sitting in Peabody's with Carl. The club is empty...just me and him, we're listening to a Bad Brains record. I start crying, telling him that I miss him...that shit is hard. I tell him that I don't usually take death so harshly. He tells me its all good. He says that he is at peace and that all pain subsides.

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