Sixty dollar kitty food.

She's shaved her sideburns off so that her hair is a more exaggerated bowl cut than before. She wants to look like Joan of Ark but she's looking like a conglomerate of ages, part little boy, part teenaged a girl and even like a woman. There is a new tattoo on her arm, made with a needle, ink and thread, she gave it to herself, it scrawls "Socrates". We are outside of a jam space in the industrial part of the city and she climbs on some scaffold while I pray to her because she is a fucking sight a golden indicator, I find a paintbrush and carry it like an idol. 

We end up at a 24 hour Pho restaurant with a big bearded guy wearing all black and his smaller bearded counterpart, they are new to us so we are bombarding them with ketamine wit and it seems as if they like listening. A guy we know lost his eye and some of his brain in a drunken bike crash, and we dwell on this for a while. They stop eating, the big guy doesn't eat his vegetables so I do. I like the smaller guy, he has two curly dirty blonde locks that go under his ears. He only looks at me when I say something he likes and it makes me crave the contact, but I'm also eagerly avoiding it. She says "Do you wanna go to the bathroom with me?" 

"No" I say

"Well, you should probably go the the bathroom," he says "you might enjoy it." 

We do more in the washroom and she tells me he's in some amazing defunct band. She begs them on the street corner to come to her house so that we can put them in make-up, but they don't want this and they go back the the jam space. I fall asleep on her couch watching 90210 and I dream about the smaller guy. We are kissing and I can feel his tongue twisting around mine and it lasts a long time.