i walk again to my refrigerator i told myself earlier id not do this later i stand again the door in hand my brain fuzzy in no mans land i eat something i do not no hmm bemused i study my toe the game is on but i cant keep score light it up lets smoke some more another bill came in the mail today the phone rings a delivery on its way i count out the money the bill forgotten tomorrow when the cables out ill feel rotten people in and out all night more smoke buddies no friends in sight the phone rings at three am oh shit i missed work again i sit and promise to again quit 3 friends walk in with the good shit in fron of the fridge with door in hand an addict his brain fried in no mans land
