THEY DID NOT WANT TO KNOW
From your old life, those friends at your funeral were clueless, failed to note it was drugs that killed you. They laughed; their hair and clothes fresh, their zamboni lip gloss chucked wet ice and their smiles blinded us like splashy soda commercials. They bloomed, sprung out of the ground like flowers; the world was such a wonderful place.
Leaving Las Vegas