Right here
                is always the right time
                        at the right place

        What’s your name?

D’you need my name smoking weed with me?

        Just needing something for, like, safety reasons.

And vice versa.

        Wha?

Safety is knowing a name and not knowing a name. I could tell you a fake name. Wouldn’t make a difference. So, what’s the point?

        It’s family reasons, then.

Doesn’t even make sense.

        You could be a long lost relative.

Come on, cut it! You wanna smoke or you wanna talk?

        Aren’t you up for both? Do I need paying extra for a chit-chat?

You know what? You asking too many stupid questions. Are you a cop?

        Do I look like one?

Alright then. Have a good night or whatever.

Right here
                with the wrong people
                        could be the end of the world

Smoking weed alone is a waste of time. Because the pictures don’t just need out; they need talked about. Imagined in circles. Taken by storm. You know? What I’m talking about? I just don’t like introducing myself to some strangers, I won’t ever meet again. But it’s hard these days finding someone, who’s fine with anonymity. Some want names, so they can call you a friend. Some want names and mobile numbers. Smoking isn’t dating! Man. It’s just smoking. Creating colours. Having a good time. Talking. Somehow. About the colours and the pictures. Nobody needs names. Smoking is needed. If that’s not enough for you – I’m off. And gone.

There are no friends in my world. The weed is my oyster.

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        © Dominik Alexander / 2023