Bile

This one is about last Halloween I went to Ottawa to visit.
I was working for a restaurant in Toronto by that time and everything was getting quite boring.
I got 3 days off for some reason,
So I decided to check back a couple people over there.
Most of my friends over there are drug addicts, Musicians, Blatantly Homosexual People, Cross-dressers, Gender Queers, Homeless people, alcoholics, artists, people with questionable sanity.
You would be surprised that all those adjectives define a big bunch of people, Sometimes all of them describe one.

I went to my exe's place.
She and one of my best friends were living  together at the same time  and at the same place for some reason.
I didn't know where I was going to sleep that day that I arrived to Ottawa.
I was surprised that I got a message from my ex almost right away when I arrived there.

I saw one of the people I dislike the least in the world at that Ottawa mall.
Almost as soon as I arrived.
A random half asian half british homeless dude, was already waiting for me.

I was fascinated about meeting this human the first time we did.
He showed me his notebook, filled with newspaper cut out words.
Plenty of colors on those insane looking pages,
Lots of glue and Red.
Red all over.
Cut Outs of blood from newspapers.
Quite pretty, Not gruesome. Just pretty.
Not that I think that blood is cute or nice. Just the faces, the cut outs where so dramatic and interesting.

This time we were going in drag to my friends band  show from Toronto.

We were putting my friend's dresses  on for the show.
Not my exe's dresses the other one's.
They are both female.
One had been a female all her life.

I said, Dude you can't wear that dress with those hairy legs.
You would look caricature silly.
I discovered he had never shaven his legs.
So for the next hour I was wearing a skin tight dress, High Heels and Lipstick.
 Sitting in the toilet bowl helping my friend shave his legs while he was sitting on a half filled tub, since we were so late for the show.
Not feeling homosexual at all at any point. Just embracing madness.
I did one leg while he was doing the other.
He was so hairy for being a skinny fragile looking asian human.

And then we went. Most of the band was also wearing dresses, they were covered in fake blood.
Which I like, I always Like cross dressers with guitars covered in blood.
That is something that I would probably like right away, so If you want me to like you, now you know how.

The next day we were supposed to go to a show at night. But we didin't.
My friend wanted to get some opiates. 
Prescription drugs.
I find those a bit boring, since people get so boring on them.
And they kill people more often than other drugs, since they are so incredibly potent; and intravenous injections seem to be way more aggressive.
I remember talking in the morning on that same day with this guy
about an artist that I used to work with  that died out of an overdose of Barbiturates, an opiate.

He told me how someone almost died on him once, with opiates, Someone he knew.
A homosexual friend of his was dating this doctor, and he was getting all this sort of drugs.
He got some kind of patch for something, that they crushed and injected. I think it was for morphine addiction. He got a shot and he got really blue with him.
He survived, my asian friend went monkey with his chest and the other started to cough.

We took a bus to the middle of nowhere where this friend of his was staying with his sugar daddy.
He was about to get evicted. We told him that we wanted to party and go to a show.
He asked us to follow him, this person is younger than us, early 90's, very good looking.
Im a late 80's myself. and so its James.


Might be a bit late to describe ourselves but here it goes,
James is very skinny, his hair is very long and brown, it reaches his butt Asian fragile calm and introspective.
He wears thick glasses and kinda looks like mister miyagi mixed with KMDFM.

Me I don't know, I'm a bit disturbed.
I wear eyeliner.

This other guy looks like Justin Timberlake, but he is not Lame.

After going to this place in the middle of nowhere this Timberlake like guy got a bag filled with clonazepan.
They recently changed the formula by the way.
Now it is  a "chewable" so you cannot crush it and filter it.
 We went to my exe's house, this dude had a bunch of brand new needles.
They got really sick. But they seemed so calmed.
I was way to intoxicated, I could not attend the show, I could not stop puking all night.
I puked for hours.
I did not, could not sleep.
This guy came at night all horny and asked me If I wanted to go with him to his room.
He was surrounded by my exes dirty panties in the bed, an incestuous arrangement of disturbance. 
I puked hardcore.
I was still feeling alive.
Bile tastes so bitter. I have never puked so much of it.

Next morning I left, I wrote this short story about this human that liked to have sex with knife wounds he inflicted to people.
In their lungs.
and some Ideas for happy puppets.