I first met Yavid after my girlfriend died, well I mean, she’s dead to me.

I rented a prius and drove away from california, you broke my heart little scorpion.

the entire southwest was a ruin of memory so I kept driving, I needed somewhere peaceful.

I ended up in Flint, Michigan.

I had exchanged the prius for $300 and a life outside the law to a man who went by Big Jesus, who I would later count among my friends.

I was in the hardest motherfucking grocery store south of Atherton road.

me and Yavid both had a baguette under our arm and were reaching for the only ripe avocado, the rest of the avocados were two or three days out, small and hard like tits in a Baudelaire poem.

we sat by the river and he told me about a song he was working on called Urania.

“it sounds hopeless.” I said.

“I don’t care about anything.” he said, his eyes dead like two old pennies.

“hmmm” this part I thought to myself, “he sounds like the perfect client!”

I flicked my cigarette into the river which immediately burst into flames.

I don’t remember anything about making the music video.

we had a release party at the corner trap house. “we called these crack houses when I was a kid!” I blurted out and nobody knew what I was talking about. all of my new Flint friends were there, EZ Edie, Mike, Big Jesus and Tony the Pony. after the music video played someone said “yeah I guess, pass me that shit”.

never try to impress people who are on drugs all the time.

me and Yavid walked out onto the street, I had really run the clock up on this motherfucker. “who’s the hustler now?” I thought to myself. he gave me a pat on the back and my knees buckled, dude is strong, built like the mighty sphinx with funny little animal hindquarters. then a drop, a drop.

“we better get out of the rain.” he said.

“shiiiiit, I ain’t made of sugar.” I replied and we walked on down the road together getting wet.

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