I've been smoked out of heaven
I won't go down easy
I nod. It is a particularly good bottle of mamjuana. It seeps into my muscles, covers me like a warm blanket in the cool evening air. The lanterns are a little brighter, a little sadder. “That sucks. I’m sorry.” And I am. I can imagine what it’s like to have a sibling ‘cause I always wanted one, so losing one and knowing they were so close must suck balls. I shake my head, but not too sadly. “Nah. Most of the dead people I knew weren’t worth rememberin’ and ya know, s’only me ‘n Hoa.” A shrug. No one’s caught my interest or attention. They come and go and realize I won’t leave the Hanged Man and pop out babies for ‘em. Or I’m not attentive enough, I don’t need them enough. People are funny. They need to be needed and I’m just… not needy.
But at least there's Hoa.
may not be brave, but I'm stubborn as hell
RAZA