beer_cigarettes_and_music florescent light She gives me hugs after hugs after hugs, as if we've been best friends for years. I scorn at the artificiality of it. I devuldge in the irony of it. I laugh at the silliness of it. And I remark of the beauty in it. Tribute to Ed I light a match. I put the flame out with my thumb and forefinger. It leaves a brown imprint on my figertips. He thinks he can do better. He puts it out with his mouth. "I don't desire to talk to most people," he says "I hardly talk to anyone. I feel comfortable talking to you." I don't ask why. Instead I steal his matches. "Give me back my matches," he flusters, "I lead a simple life. I like my cigarettes, my beer, and my music. The real world is too stressful for me. All I do is drink my beer, light my cigarettes, and play my music. The rest of the time I like to be alone." What do you think about?, I ask. "I think about making all the people happy by strumming my guitar. I think about winning a Win For Life. But I never will win, cause I don't play." His dim blue eyes momentarily interlock with my mindful dark ones. He looks far away as he stares into the haziness. "I think about my friends out in Oregon a lot, too. But a lot of people think I am pathetic or what have you, because of the way I chose to live my life. But I am happy. The outside world is too stressful. They see me coming in here every night, drinking my beer, never talking to anybody. I like to be alone. Alls I need is my beer, my cigarettes, and my music." 010307 ... smileygirl this is one of the best combinations i can think of 040225 what's it to you? who go blather from