how do you retain identity without stealing someone else's?
After market day you said, let's go to the gap. A view for miles. Then I remember we had a joint. And I got that shakey feeling again. That cold just before inhaling sends a shiver down my spine. I feel myself losing control over my body. But then I never really had control. I remember we sat there until it became dark and then you pulled a head lamp out of your pocket. You didn't turn it on until we wanted to leave. You wanted so badly to talk, but you could not in front of me.