Para

Date: 8/4/2016

Dean and I were sitting on a green chair with the stuffing falling out in a familiar room. The carpet was dark and littered with rubbish and a shingle lamp cast a dim glow over the room, illuminating the flocked wallpaper covering only rhe wall beside us. Across this wall in red spray paint read the word 'para', underneath which was written somethig along the lines of 'cause I gave you another weed'. My friend Warren, who had scrawled this message the last time I dreamed up this room, sat on the couch opposite us and laughed.