T0p D0g Reloaded
Thursday, November 08, 2007
I love'n'hate it
The car had stopped so that I could get on. He had leaned a bit to me so I could watch him in the eye. My look had slided and it was like I was watching myself in the mirror, with the familiar sour burns on the skin under the eye. "That looks like mine", I have thought.
"I have been meaning to call you. Last time I wanted to call you it was already two in the night", he said.
"Call me. If I don't pick it up, I am sleeping, if you wake me up, then we can talk".
This is a conversation with my best friend.