smoked raze my first cigarette was force-fed by two giggling ninth-grade girls. we were supposed to be working on our final project for drama class. all we really did was sit around listening to led zeppelin. while they spoke what robert plant sang at the end of "stairway to heaven" i heard my stepfather howl, "and there's a wino down the road." always missing what was right in front of him. just like me. i don't think i slept that night. i was sure the bit of tainted tobacco i tasted would be the end of me. that it could happen that fast. all it gave me was a headache and a sore throat. i forgot my binder at chantal's place. black with blotchy skin. when i swung by to pick it up the next day all the pages were charred. holes mingling with the margins. thin as the fingers of a newborn babe. 260920 what's it to you? who go blather from