Another piece finished up. It's been sitting in limbo for a couple years. Difficult to work on. My homeless buddy who OD'd. Parents didn't want her even after finding out she was dead. Remember how all of it made me feel so fucking hopeless. That it seemed like nobody gave a shit but me in the capacity that I could.
I'd rather remember her for the time shared, who she was without the drugs. Played music, wanted to always be traveling, taught me the basics of sleight of hand magic tricks for show. She was a good person.