so i asked him if he's cleaned up
he said he's been clean for sometime now
been going to church for a couple of months now
i asked him about the guys he used to hang around with
he told me he's not with that kind of crowd anymore
he told me about how down he is with jesus and the light
how he's now praying with people who would spit on his old life
after i hang up the phone
i dailed one of the old crowd from the back alley
we talked a awhile after which he asked me if he could borrow some money
i flipped open a an old packet of flake i had
pulled out the stick of death
i brought the orange butt to my lips and lit the end
as i watched the white vapors twirl around my face
i meditate on how much life has changed since i left
