So the guy comes out of his bathroom. Rich campus he had his own head. He was strung out probably didn’t even know what he was doing. I sat him down and we had a talk.

“That man right there is her brother. He wants to kill you.”

“OhdudeIamsorrydontkillme……I’m soooooo sorrryyy….”

“He is not the one you have to worry about.”

“You?”

“Yeah motherfucker me….she is my girlfriend…..mine…..do you understand me?”

“Ummmmmm……sorry….” He sobbed scratching his arms.

“Look come on get up…..lets take a walk….”

“Mmmkay.”

So I walked him over to the window….4 stories up…..he opens the window. Nice breeze. I push him out…we take Carmen and leave. He didn’t die. But he never woke up.

Life for Carmen was never the same. She didn’t like rooms with the door closed. She didn’t want to get high; she didn’t want me to touch her. She just painted and painted and painted. Some months later we went to see that new Romeo and Juliet movie. Carmen was really not the same after that. She didn’t want me to get high anymore. I did but not when we she was not around. Anyway…the movie was interesting….but she cried and cried at the end. She knew the story we all knew the story but something in that movie broke in her she was hysterical in her tears. The only thing I walked away with was that old Garbage song in the soundtrack.

I will burn for you. Feel pain for you. I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart. And tear it apart. I think on it now and it sounds so adolescent…..so goth. But that’s I how I felt about her. That level of intensity for her….I felt like I was missing something.  

The sun beat in my eyes. It was daytime. Trish was up picking out something from her massive closet and her naked body greeted me. Instantly I wanted her. She knew she had that devilish grin….like a tiger if a tiger could smile. I wanted to pull her close to me, but she was too far away. I pouted my soulful pout for her; bat my eyes the whole nine. She walked over and crawled into bed.