was
deported, south the
border, and
she's got
4.25 heads to
feed, but we
toked there, outside,
and
slumped in;
the cops
were out, in full military
regulated
fashion, but
left us
well alone; those
LI flats ain't
worth shit
to them
strangely,
us with
tom and his
heartbreakers, we
felt
nearly bohem
ian,
sleeping on the
floor, in stupors
with the
mind dance
