ashes died today`

every time a rat dies i like to think that somewhere my Bhuddist friend has one run up his robes and berries itself in his sleeve.

i like to think that my friend is there someplace wearing those 300 dollar doc martain sandles and he is the only one wearing such things. i like to think that he gets his ass chewed out by his order and brothers and he smiles and tells them 'no... friend gave to me. he felt bad I bought him food and knew I would not take his money so he gave me these ugly things to remember him'

I asked hisname a lot and he always dodged the question. smiling and patting me on the shoulder nodding. finally when he walked away that night he told me 'name no import. friend... friend import'

what a fucking asshole!