He touched one to his tongue, then dipped it into the bag and held it up for me. Seems slow motion, remembering now the way I moved my head down so that my nostril was right over that little bit of moon. The way T-Boom whispered sniff hard, and so I did, feeling something bitter drip down the back of my throat and then my head filling up with so many different beautiful things that I had to lean back against the 7-Eleven wall and let it drop down. I could feel the air on my teeth. Could feel something that must have been heaven moving through my body so fast and slow at the same time that I didn’t know if I wanted to laugh real loud or cry or just let T-Boom move closer to me, lean in and add his kisses to all the beautiful other things. Then the whole world was moving fast in front of me and I jumped up high, did a quick flip in the air and laughed. T-Boom watched me, smiling like he’d seen this a hundred times before. You feel good, don’t you? And I did.
What do You think about Beneath A Meth Moon (2012)?
