people i used to be

What is it like to run into someone you used to do a lot of blow with?

For one, it's likely you never really knew what one another looked like beneath the glaring orange of mid-day. You are laden with work and responsibility and you seem tired. Without that white lady's soft brilliant veil, you look like a snapshot thats focus has turned too sharp; your edges hard and defined.

Then there is the embarrassment. You feel childish for thinking the two of you were all glamour with your amex and rolled up twenties and your rent dreams sprawled like pick-up-sticks over a studio apartment coffee table.

All of this is rushing through you while you stumble over side-walk small-talk and search for an exit line.