Manny came over . He said he'd meet me after work and he arrived about 4pm. Must be good not having to work for a living and not having to worry about time. The slave time line ensnares us all, traps us all in pointless jobs working for pointless reasons.
Manny was raring to go, so we were straight into it when we got to my place. I was hopeless. Tired and hungry, so Manny had to do all the work, bless him. Sexy boy. We walked from the city to Carlton. He makes me laugh. I love that feeling of another body being close that is mine. Connected. Together.
Luke turned up a bit later, to hang out with me, as he and Mark are on the skids. Luke smokes too much dope and his withdrawal, because of it, makes Mark feel unloved and alone, even when they are together.
It's what Manny says about me. It's what Tim says about Nicholas. Stoners and non-stoners don't seem to work.
Marks at Evans Head with friends. Doing their vegi garden, just up Mark's alley. He called me a few days ago to say he was lonely.
Luke said he didn't understand what Mark's problem was, but he told Manny that he smoked too much dope. So, he knows.
It makes me feel sad. The end of any relationship is sad, but even more so with people I spend a lot of time with. I can't image Luke gone, not really.
We watched teev. We ate pizza. We smoked pot.
Luke left just before midnight. He drove Manny home as it is on his way.
I wrote some poetry.
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