I have a friend that's still number one on my friends list unless of course he dumps me off there too.
I met him back in April and he had me with his silver rings and tattooed hands. We were discussing tattoos and tattooing and he said he had wrist problems and when he first touched my wrists to compare how small his were like mine, I fell for him.
May 30th I would say he walks into my room after I let him in and I'm sitting there with a hammer minding my own business and taking a break from hanging up tin signs all over my new room. He invites me to his room.
Off and on in June we sort of saw each other and though he broke it off twice we always drifted back to each other. I never started any of it but treasured every moment of it.
At the beginning of July I move into the same room with him and for two weeks I'm in pure bliss, but knowing that he's a) intoxicated and b) schizophrenic this wasn't going to last.
It's a blessing in disguise cause now I was able to quit my lousy indentured servitude to the state and move back with my family somewhat and not have to look back at Key West. My only regret is that I didn't stay long enough for him to change his mind but no one should have to go through a useless relationship with someone that can't return the feelings he's given.
