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"Pass me the lighter." I said, fingers waving with my arm extended. Howie gives a slight grunt before tossing it my way, his chocolate face lit in the glow of blunt smoke. My left hand catches the device in midair and l give it a few shakes, wrist doing a dance and making the fluid jiggle as the other positions my own blunt, gripping it between my teeth. We like to take psychedelic road trips together, Howie and I. He puffs and gives me an open-mouthed laugh, incisors yellowed. His eyes dance with the fire of youth. I grin back. It is all so wonderful, the two of us. We shift our positions in the slightly damp corner of the store block, il

I sit with my golden crown Jaunty upon my head. I'll throw out my priorities And fuck around instead. 'Cause I'm the king of this world, almighty! I'll do what I damn well please. Life without responsibilities Would be a total breeze. But one day if I go too far And my subjects leave me alone I'll wait for a better man To pull me down from my throne.