The world has only ever suffered from a lack of love. We have always known and yet still fail to show the courage to live this simple truth.

I am you, buddy

I am your anger. Your doubt. Ridiculous rants and silliness and corny jokes.

We are the work in progress.

And my friend did get clean. She went home to drink deep from that inexhaustible well some of us are still blessed with

a mother’s love

Then I opened my apartment back up to her for one more try. But this time it WAS selfish. I needed her.

I lived deep within the heart of this empire-loving culture for the past five years and I was starting to work my way out to see it objectively again.

I needed her now as a friend, to ground me as I

inspected myself