***
I was only three steps past the gate when the familiar smell surrounded me.
Coffee and cigarettes.
Phil's smell.
He was a lot closer than normal.
I found him leaned against a tree with a plastic coffee cup in his hand.
A cigarette box tucked into his pocket.
Like always, one set between his fingers.
"Hello, Danny Boy," he smiled as he took a sip of his drink.
He held his hand out and i swallowed like always.
***
i had an authors note here that talked about myself and jesus christ it was horrible.
it was filled with IM A SMOL BEAN and I LOVE MY FRENS.
love that for me.
