it doesn't appear She's going to get in touch. that's been days now. sunday was the last time She proved She was alive. worryingly, i keep catching myself wondering if something's happened to Her. something accidental, something fatal.
i've been checking ic, fetlife - even collarme. searching the profiles by Her age and location, just in case She'd left a wee footprint somewhere.
anyway, saturday's the daytime munch and that new club kicks off the same night. with all the palaver i've been making about Her, i'd forgotten all about them.
tam, of course, is over the moon about a new club starting here. he's texted me every day this week, like it was christmas morning or something.
and i bought fags. yesterday morning. watched the bus move off without me, thought "fuck it". headed into tesco's, bought twenty silk cut. and a lighter. when she asked me what colour, i shrugged. she made it a purple one, which matched the fags i was buying, i suppose.
so i took my place at the bus stop with all the other lepers. started hanging with the smokers - the other smokers - outside the main entrance.
the funny thing about starting again is, no matter how long you've been off, you're always welcomed back like the prodigal son.
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