She went outside and lurking around the corner was her friend Frank, “Tess, Tess, c’mere, c’mere, I need to talk to you.  “She puts her head down an grumbles to herself, “fuck,” if this is like when Frank is all bonkers and shit she doesn’t wan’t to talk to him. “Hey, you know you ditched me after work the other day, why do you always run from me when I need you Tess, why do I alway have to hunt you down?”  Fuck he is all bonkers tonight,  shit.  “Dude, I didn’t ditch you, I have my finals and I had to go study, I am all busy and shit and I don’t really have time for everyones problems all the time.”  She spits in the gutter.  “Fine, it’s okay, I’m sorry, I’m not hunting you down, I’m just lonely that’s all, I guess I was all freaking out because I thought you hated me.”  “Jesus christ Frank, why would you think that, you are so insecure sometimes, you got to man up, and fucking be a man.”  “Dude I am a man, I fuck chicks, I love tits and ass.”  “Whatever, you know what I mean, I gotta go do some shit are you okay?”  “Yeah I’m okay, I’ll let you go.”  Tess gives him a hug and tells him to call if he needs to and goes back home.  Frank turns around and walks to the liquor store. Frank makes a pitstop at Alice’s apartment.  She is doing the usual, playing her brand new nintendo system. “Hey what’s up?” Alice invites him in. “Hey Alice how you doing, I was just on my way to get some booze, are you drinking tonight?”  She points to her coffee table, “What’s it look like.”  There is a wine glass and a half empty bottle of wine there.  “I just polished off some brandi.”  And she lights up a smoke.  “All right, I’ll be right back, gotta go to the store.”  “Okay.”  She closes the door behind him. Frank enters the liquor store, it’s the regular boss. “Hey.”  He continues toward the beer isle.  He opens the fridge and pulls out a couple of tall cans.  He gets some smokes and gets the hell out of there.  He gets back to Alice’s and just walks in.  “Yo.”  “Hey Frank, come in.”  Some death metal is playing low on the stereo.  “So Alice, my sweet alice, how are you?”  “I am just great.  I am out of money and my job is lowering hours.”  “Oh, lame.  I don’t work so I’m sorry you have to deal with that shit.”  “I know, when are you going to get a job anyway?”  “I don’t need to get a job, I’m on S.S.I,  the government pays for now,  I’ll figure something out, shit, Alice, fuck, why you gotta bring that shit up!”  “Sorry man, I know you are struggling, but you gotta fucking…”  “Dude, Tess was giving me the same shit, are you too?” “No, man, just chill, drink your beer, whatever.” Frank burps really loud and enjoys it very much, puts his feet on the table and relaxes. He lights up a smoke.  “Fuck I gotta quit smoking, I’ve been like chain smoking these fuckers like crazy the past few days.”  Alice takes his smoke and takes a drag and sips her wine,  “wanna watch some Simpson’s or some Seinfeld or something?”  “Whatever dude, you got your tunes on, your wii on, it’s all good, just play your shit.”  “Okay, whatever. I’ve been on this Zelda trip the past week.”  “That’s cool, I don’t know why I don’t have a system, sucks.”  “Yeah this shit is cool I have it turned on like all the time.”  “I know every time I come here…”  “Well I got nothing better to do.” Frank got up to use the bathroom.  “Need to take a leak.”  Alice just sat there in her torn up jeans and t shirt looking all cute.  She had pink hair this month.  She packed a bowl to smoke to ease the bollox of Frank.  Frank came back and sat down.  “Let me get a hit of that, fuck, what I really need is some klonopin or ativan, my doctor is being a dick and hoarding the shit from me.”  Frank drinks from his tall can.  Alice just doesn’t get it.  Frank sips from his tall can again, draws a smoke from his pack,  “you know, it’s not my fault I go a little loony sometimes.” Frank finishes up his tall cans, has kind of had enough of Alice’s bullshit, and decides to leave. He never takes his coat off so he never has to put it on.  She lets him out.  “See ya.”  He puts his hands in his pockets and takes out his phone.  He looks at his screen saver for a minute, some dumb artsie picture he made a while back of some street cat missing its face.  He scrolls through his contacts and comes across an old friend he use to party with a few years back.  Fuck should I call that that dude?  Yes.  I’ll call him up, see what’s up.  I haven’t seen him in day’s.  So He pushes the contact and the phone rings.  It’s one of those songs rings.  Metal, ha of corse.  You can’t even make it out the service is so bad. “Hello?”  Answers Doug and Frank says, “YO!  It’s Frank, whats been going on?”  “Hey, oh nothing,  I’m in town want to get together?”  “Fuck yeah, the night is still early.”  Frank says.  ”Okay, where do you want to meet?” Frank pauses, he is kind immobile at the moment.  “Well I don’t have a car right now, so…”  Doug’s all, “it’s all right I’ll pick you up where you at?”  “I’m at Alice’s, out front.”  “Oh, okay I know where she lives.  I’ll come get you twenty minutes.” “Okay.”  “See ya.”  They hang up.  Frank puts his phone back in his pocket, walks back to the liquor store and gets another tall can, walks balk to Alice’s and cracks it open, sits on some fake rock they put and make to cover electricity shit on the street, and drinks up.  By the time Doug gets there he is finished with his can. Frank and Doug go way way back, they use party hard and stay up days on end just playing music together, recording song after song.  They were good too.  “So you been playing any music lately?”  Frank asks.  “Yeah, just alone, I play with a buddy of mine sometimes when he come in to town which is like never.”  “Yeah I play little sometimes, I have been going through his faze lately where nothing really feels good to me, so when I pick up the guitar all I want to do is throw it across the room.”  “Well I got a couple guitars at home wanna go jam? Of corse please do not throw my guitar.”  Frank smiles as says, “sure I’m buzzed enough.” They stop for booze at the store on the way to Doug’s.  In the isle of the store Doug suddenly flials to the floor and starts writhing about, “Look I’m tobogganing.”  Frank starts laghing. “Dude your fucking funny man, I love you.” Doug gets up. They walk down the beer isle, they reach for some imported shit high alcohol content. They grab a twelve case and go towards self serve pay machine.  “Uh sir, you can’t pay for that here you have to go to the other cash register.”  Fuck Okay.  So they go to the other register.  Doug shows his I.D. and the lady is all, “this is from out of state, it won’t work.”  Frank’s all, “I got I.D.”  So Frank pays for the beer and they take off out the parking lot. They get in the car passing some cute cute chicks in the parking lot.  Doug turns on the stereo, it’s The Talking Heads Heaven.  They reminisce for awhile and catch up.  Then Doug plants one on Frank,  “do you ever just feel like ending it all?”  They stop at Doug’s house.  Frank gets out of the car.  “What do you mean, are you going to do it?”  “No, no, just a thought, I don’t know why people can’t talk about it, that’s weird to me, that’s all, but whatever.”  “I can talk about it, what do you want to talk about?”  Oh, never mind.”  They make it inside.  Scramble to Doug’s room.  They start drinking.  Doug starts playing some of his songs he has written. Frank ends up getting plastered and passing out. Frank woke up the next morning.  Doug was gone.  Frank went out to the kitchen of the house and said hello to his mom.  They chatted awhile and had a cup of coffee. “You need a haircut Frank.”  She says.  “Oh I know it is getting long. It’s all curly too it is a mess.”  “Well I need to shove to work Frank, you need a ride home?”  “No, I’m good.”  “Okay, I’ll see you later.”  She leaves out the garage with her purse.  Frank takes another cup of coffee from the pot.  Oops she left it on I guess I’ll turn it off. Frank goes out to the back yard and smokes a cigarette.  Oh, it is Sadie their dog.  “Hey girl How you doing.  I haven’t seen you in a while.”  He pets her behind the ears.  She’s all dirty and dreaded.  She has this dripping beard all the time.  Her bowl of food is empty so he fills up with some dry food from the bag sitting there.  He finishes up his smoke puts it out and goes back inside and throws the butt in the trash.  It is going to be a long day, I can just tell.  If only Jaci were here, we always were doing something. Frank still has his coat on.  His phone is not in his pocket.  Oh yeah he left it charging all night. So he goes and gets his phone and sees Doug texted him, saying something like he was at work and will be gone all day.  Work?  I thought he was just in town.  Anyway, so he decides to take off.  He locks the door behind him.  He walks to the book store where Florence works.  Aw she wasn’t there yet.  So he lurks around the book store for a minute and runs into an old friend.  She is pissed at him.  He hates her.  She just gives him the cold eye stare and walks away.  I need to get out of here.  So he takes off to the coffee shop.  She’s standing in line.  What the fuck. So he just gets in line.  There is some people in-between.  She doesn’t see him standing there. In the meantime, Frank is standing in line, waiting to order a coffee and a scone.  That chick is just about to order.  She waits to the side for her latte-mocha-frappe shit, and finally Frank’s turn, he orders a small coffee and blueberry scone.  He pays, he puts a buck in the tip jar, politely thanks the dude for his coffee and turns to the door.  He makes it out with out confrontation.  Last time he saw that chick it was blunt force trauma.  She layed into him hard for lame ass shit that wasn’t true.  She has this crazy ego.  She is conceded.  Frank actually doesn’t even understand what her problem is. Frank makes it around the corner, around the shop, through a gas station and an alley way, walks a circle to the park across the coffee shop.  The park is a square with shops all around.  It is the down town area.  There is a small playground on one corner of the park, and a stage with an overhang and fountain and some tables and steps on one other corner.  All around the park are benches.  There is a path that vertically goes through it, and sidewalks that circle it.  It is usually a busy park but this morning was foggy still and there was also still a chill in the air and no kids were playing. Frank takes his small pill box out of his pocket and takes his lithium, buspar, and risperdal and pops it in his mouth and takes it with a sip of his coffee and closes the box and slides it back in his pants pocket.  Fuck I remember when this park was all dirt and gravel.  He scopes out the people around him.  He recognizes some faces.  There is this mental facility near by.  The mental patients come down there and just hang out and walk around all day.  They are mistaken as bums.  Most of them mind their own business, but once Frank was sitting in front of the coffee shop smoking, and this crazy guy was at the corner talking very loudly outloud to himself, crude words, and he saw Frank smoking, and came over to ask for a smoke, and Frank said he didn’t have one to spare, and the man freaked out and threatened to throw him through the window.  Frank doesn’t see that guy around anymore. Frank sits there for about forty five minutes and just watches all the crazies and soccer moms all about.  The fat lady and her weird looking dog are still cruising around on her rascal.  He use to serve her coffee when he worked at the other coffee shop on the corner years back, she always kept her money in her bra and when she payed she would lift her shirt all the way up over her belly and she would reach deep into bra and take this flat wad of dollar bills out.  They were wet and soggy.  And she smelled of pee.  She is looking better these days.  Frank finishes up his coffee and throws it in the trash and takes a walk back to the book store to see if Florence has started her shift. He walks toward the glass doors of the store and already he can see Florence at work through the windows.  She is stocking books in the philosophy section.  “Florence, hey you, how’s it going?”  He says, as he walks up behind her.  She’s kneeling on the floor, she lifts up to stand and turns around and sees Frank and immediately smiles and gives him a big hug.  Florence is a few years younger than Frank, they met through mutual friends, she use to date one of his friends he use to skate with.  “Hey Florence, looking good.  What have you been up to these day’s?”  “Oh just working a lot, trying to move out of my folks house, saving up.”  “That’s good to hear.  I haven’t been up to too much myself just roaming the streets.”  “You been recording any music or anything?”  She asks.  “No,  Jeff quit on me and moved away, but Doug is back, I think, and maybe we can start something back up, I don’t know, I have been kind of staying away from home lately, not really dedicating my time to music.”  “Oh man you can’t give up, your old band was so good, you are a good song writer, you need to keep writing Frank.”  “Yeah, I know, I got to stop drinking so much, wasting my time passing out, just last night me and Doug were going to jam, but I drank too much, and passed out.”  “Oh frank you don’t drink that much, do you?”  “No, I just drink excessively, when I start, I don’t stop.”  “Frank I have to get back to work, I’m sorry, but we should hang out soon.”  “Okay, yeah.” Frank Picks up a copy of Albert Camus’s The Stranger, pays and leaves.  He goes back to the park and sits down again and cracks open the book and reads the first line.  “Mother died today.  Or yesterday, I don’t know.”  And he shuts the book.  Frank’s mom died in a car wreck one Thanksgiving day several years back.  Drunk driver.  His dad still lived in town, they didn’t see each other often.  Frank had a way with distancing himself.  He had two older brothers and he was even an uncle.  He rarely came around his family.  They would guilt trip him a lot. Frank put the book to the side, took his phone out of his pocket and texted his dealer.  “Hey, you got anything?”  He waited anxiously.  A text came back.  “Meet me in twenty min.”  Frank got up and forgot the book as he walk away.  He needed to to get to Dee’s right away.  First he needed to get to an ATM.  He walked across the street to the bank and pulled eighty dollars out While Frank was walking to Dee’s he started to feel anxious.  His hands started feeling numb and he was starting to sweat.  He sat down on the curb.  He suddenly remembered about the book.  He was in such a rush he forgot it.  Now he is feeling sick.  Panic attacks aren’t a surprise to him.  He knows why.  In his mind he knows he can’t be using drugs again.  So he sits there and salivates. Frank ended up sitting there for about fifteen minutes ‘till he got up and walked back to the bench he left his book at, it was gone.  He sat at the bench and put his head in his hands.  Florence came out on a break.  “Hey Frank, what’cha doin?”  “Oh nothing, not feeling so well, I don’t know what to do really.”  “What’s wrong?”  “I don’t know, I don’t want to talk about it really.”  “Frank what happen?”  “Nothing, I just kind of had a panic attack.”  “Are you okay?”  “Yeah, I’m fine.”  Frank never talks about his mom. “I need to get outta here, rest.”  Frank stumbles up, and says good bye to Florence.  She sits at the bench and watches him walk away.  Frank walks to his apartment.  He lives a couple blocks away.  The washer and dryer are on as he passes the laundry room.  He walks up the stairs to his door and out comes his room-mate.  “They threw out my cloths!  Those assholes stole my cloths!”  His room-mate is pacing back and forth in and out of the place.  “What are you talking about?!” Frank yells at her.  She has this habit of leaving her cloths in the dryer for a few days, someone in the complex got pissed and threw them out.  “Why do you leave cloths in there?”  Frank tells her. Frank goes to his room and lies down.  He wakes up after a few hours and then shaves and showers.  His rome-mate is gone, it is nice and peaceful.  After his shower he cooks some eggs and toast.  He eats.  He cleans up after himself, washes the dishes and goes back to his room to lay down some more. Franks phone goes off, he gets a text message from this girl who likes him.  She asks him what his plans are for the evening.  He replies, nothing.  They make plans to meet up at the bar down town.  He hasn’t wanted to hang out with Louise since last time he ran into her with his date and she made kind of a fool of herself.  Franks room-mate comes home with lots of weed and Frank and her smoke out in his room until he leaves for the bar. Frank gets to the bar fashionably late.  The THC is weighing him down.  Louise is sitting at the bar with a beer.  Frank walks up behind her, “hey Louise, how are you?” and he sits down.  “Hey Frank!”  She almost yells, “How are you?”  she says.  “I’m okay”, and he flags down the bar tender and orders a beer.  Louise starts explaining herself to Frank, “hey about the other night, I feel really bad and stupid…”  “Oh it’s okay, you don’t have to worry, she didn’t care.”  “Oh okay good, I thought she was going to be mad at you.”  Louise embarrassed herself by acting like a jealous girlfriend, his date thought it was cute.   “Louise it’s okay, but are you okay?”  “Yeah, I’m fine, I know me and you will never be together, but I know you like me, I just don’t understand.”  “Oh Louise, you know I like you.”  “Then why do you always avoid me?” Frank walked home from the bar that night feeling lonelier than ever.  Frank got home and was feeling antsy, so he decided to go back out for a walk.  It was getting dark.  He put his ear buds in which he grabbed on the way out.  One step in front of the other.  Listen to the beat.   A lady pushing  a stroller pass by toward him.  Two kids on bicycles ride across the way.  Swirling wind.  His chest relaxes with each breath he inhales.  He walks past the AA building, there are people outside smoking. He strolls by  and says hello quietly, not sure they heard.  His hand in his coat pockets, rustling around change and keys and other unknown items.  He walks toward the park, it is fairly empty.  A woman passes.  Too far to make out her face.  Louise.  Louise.  She’s on his mind.  Why is she so pushy?  He steps down the curb, crosses the street. Frank decides he want to denounce all of his friends and people.  He wants to become some kind of recluse and not talk to chicks anymore because they are lame.  Maybe he is just having a bad day.  Doug hasn’t contacted him since the other day.  On and on went the days.  He was loosing interest in everything.  Things were hard to do.  He was thinking about getting a dog.  In the morning he would go to the pound.  He was very sporadic. Frank walked the streets and avenues of his neighborhood.  One foot in front of the other, just the same as the other.  Walks a line.  Takes the sidewalk.  It is fall, leaves fill the streets.  Smell the air.  Crisp.  The earth looks dwelling.  Pace after pace gets tiring.  He lights up a smoke and  sits down.  Feels the cement.  It’s cold.  Damp.  Puts one hand in his pocket.  Smokes.  The album he is listening to is over.  A dog barks.  Distant noises.  Clanking noises.  Motor running.  Frank gets up with his one hand.  Turns around.  Goes back the other way, then turns again, then again down a different road. Frank walks down past some trash cans on this dirt path road.  He remembers a wile back a party he went to near his house that was on a dirt path road that he could never find.  He doesn’t remember who lives there though.  He walks down the road and sees a car.  He immediately recognizes it.  He turns around and walks away fast.  He is panicking now.  Stumbling on his toes like a fool twisting his ankle. He doesn’t trip, and he scuttles back to the other road. Alone, Frank recedes out the dirt road around the other road.  He paces gimping.  Walking home now.  Forget his name, forget it.  All is forgotten.  His panic comes down.  His toe is cramped.  Stubbed it while he twisted his ankle.  He puts his ear buds in and listens to some noise.  Feels forever but he makes it home.  Mel is on the phone in the living room.  The T.V. is on.  Frank changes the channel to some cartoons.  Mel jus sticks her tongue out.  On the coffee table sits her pipe and weed, she is real lax about letting Frank smoke her stuff, so he packs a bowl for himself and sits back on the couch.  Exhale the emotion out. Vivian Vauxe Puts on her black ceramic (pearls).  She combs her bleached blond hair and paints on her lipstick.  Her dog jumps up as always and she lets him up on her lap.  She waits for the call.  She sits up, her dog gets down. She goes to her bed and lies down.  Her dog jumps up, they spoon. In the morning she puts on her robe and lets her dog out, while she waits she lights up a smoke.  Her dog takes a while so she finishes her smoke, puts it out in the ash tray, goes inside and starts up the coffee maker.  It doesn’t take long, it’s one of those one cup machines.  She goes back inside gets her note pad and pen and book and goes back outside to her patio in the sun and lights up another smoke and takes a sip of her sugary coffee.  Her dog is playing to the side with a toy. She got to thinking, about everything, her brother, her mom, her lame social life.  She ended up falling asleep last night through the call and never went out.  She constantly sabotages herself, which lends up leading her to being alone in the end.  She got up to pace and play with her dog. She smokes and paces, while Frank is at home lying in bed.  His stomach is empty, he feels pain but it doesn’t grumble.  He lies there waiting for the grumble.  Finally it grumbles, just a little bit.  He lies there, there’s something on his mind, something he was suppose to do last night he can’t remember.  He had a bad memory, just when he was thinking he got a text, he reaches over and grabs his phone, it was from Vivian, saying she fell asleep last night and that she was sorry. Frank and Vivian make plans to meet up at the park with her dog and take a walk.  Vivian puts her boots on, powders her face, leashes her dog up and goes to her car.  She drives to 711 and gets a coffee and a pack of smokes and gasses up, drives off to the park. Frank gets up off the bed goes to the kitchen and opens the refrigerator, he looks inside, holds the door open, nothing to eat, except cheese and bread and eggs.  He takes two slices of cheese out and takes the bread out of the cupboard and makes himself a cheese sandwich.  He goes to the bathroom and brushes his teeth.  He goes back into his room and gathers his things, his keys, his phone, his wallet, and puts on his shoes and coat.  He steps outside into the sun and walks down the stairs past the laundry room and into the street. Vivian parks her car.  She gets out of the car and lets her dog out.  She decides she wants some ice coffee.  She walks to the coffee shop across the park and ties her dog up to a table.  She goes inside and steps in line and all she can hear is her dog barking.  She can never leave him alone tied to things because he has abandonment issues.  She tries to hurry and order her coffee.  She reaches the end of the line and orders herself an ice coffee.  She pays and walks to cream station and pours a little cream in her coffee.  She tastes it, it’s okay, she walks back outside and grabs her dog and settles herself on a bench in the park. Frank saw Vivian’s dog, looked up, saw Vivian sitting there with her coffee.  He walked over to her and casually says, “hey you over there.”    “Hi Frank…”  Vivian’s dog starts barking at him, “hey, what’s up with that?”  He walks up slowly, her dog mellows out and jumps up to greet him and licks his hands. Vivian gives Frank a hug, they embrace, he smells her hair, touches her back shoulder blade. “I know it’s early but I feel like drinking,” Frank tells her immediately. “I have my coffee, seriously?” “Yeah, let’s go.” So the walk to Vivian’s car, she unlocks the door for him, and then she walks around and gets in after her dog. They drive to a bar with a patio so they can smoke and have the dog. She leaves her coffee in the car and they walk in the bar, the bar tender is this really friendly hot rockabilly chick. They order a couple beers. They walk out to the patio, no one is around except an old guy smoking drinking alone.  Vivian pulls out a cigarette, Frank lights it for her.  “So Frank, why do you want to drink so early?”  “Oh I don’t know, just had a rough couple of days I guess.”  “What have you been doing?”  Vivian asks.  “Actually nothing.”  Frank puts his head down, pulls his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and pulls one out of the pack and puts it gently between his lips.  They are wet.  He puckers up, wipes the saliva from his mouth, lights up his smoke. Vivian takes a hair clip from her purse and clips her hair up. “I alway’s like your hair clipped up like that,” Frank tells her. “Thanks.” Vivian responds, and puts her hand up in front of her face to block Franks view, “stop staring at me Frank.” Her dog Chile is sitting on her lap. She says to Frank, “so nothing huh, me too. Just living in the hell of my house, not saving money, because I am really bad at saving money, I need to to move out, my friend wants me to move to Oregon with her in six months and I am freaking out, what should I do Frank?“ As they were sitting there some guy comes up and asks for a smoke. “No we don’t have any.” “I’ll smoke you out.” he says. “Okay, sure.” So they smoke out with this guy he says he just got out of jail. Frank and Vivian get stoned and let him talk, he said was in high speed chases on a motorcycle and outran the cops multiple times, and told stories of all the times he got it in with the cops. He finished his story and left. Vivian got pretty stoned, she doesn’t talk a lot when she gets stoned, so she stared off into oblivion until Frank started talking,  “My ability to create anything, well I guess maybe I’m losing my desire, to create anymore, I mean I see why bother.” Frank lights up another smoke,  “I mean I created shit and what do I get for it, nothing, People think I am some kind of freak, so I don’t do anything with it, I hate most artists out there,  too, I don’t understand most of it.”  Frank continues, but changes the subject,  “I mean Doug fucked up the band, I don’t know why we never talk about, me and him, it’s like this unspoken thing.” “Oh because he was acting all nuts and shit?“ Vivian asks.  “Yeah, he is his own worst enemy.”  Frank gets up to piss and grab another beer. Vivian is wondering how wasted Frank is going to get.  She smokes her cigarette looks around, wondering who is going to walk through door, wondering how long she has to stay there.  Frank comes out, he has two beers, one more for Vivian, she’s barely touched her first one.  Frank cheers’s her and takes a big gulp.  “So you’re not working still?”  Vivian says.  “No, you?”  Vivian shakes her head and pouts.  “So we’re two losers sitting here in the afternoon getting drunk.”  Frank says.  “Yeah, whatever.”  Vivian throws her cigarette to the ground. Frank says, “it’s all right, working is over ratted anyhow.  I don’t see why a job deciphers who I am,  it just gets a little crazy sometimes with all the time on my hands.”  “I know, I’m stuck in a rut too Frank, I’m going to be living at my parents house forever unless I save up some money, and plus nobody rents to dog owners.”  Vivian scratches her dog behind the ears. Vivian plays with her dogs checks for a while, he gets giddy.  She drinks up.  Frank drinks up.  They get more beers.  They are having a good time.  Being super friendly with each other.  They kiss.  They have kissed before.  When they get drunk they flirt with each other.  They decide to take it back to Franks house. Frank and Vivian leave the bar, they walk to Vivian’s car, and get in.  “So to your place?” Vivian says.  “Sure, do you want to pick up some more beer?”  “I’m okay for now,” Vivian says, and puts the car in reverse, “I’m kind of hungry actually,”  so they go through a drive through on the way to Franks and Vivian orders some french fries and a grilled cheese.  At Frank’s, Frank’s room-mate was at home cleaning up the place.  They go into his room and sit on the bed. Frank gets up and puts some tunes on and opens his desk drawers and starts searching around in them, “I think I have some coke from awhile back I hid in here somewhere,”  and he starts taking shit out and moving shit around, “here it is, see, I told you, found it, it’s just a little but do you want some?”  “Sure,” Vivian replies, “let me eat this first,” and she shoves fries in her mouth.  Frank pours out the contents from the bag onto a plate and chops it up, then puts out a line for Vivian, “here you go.”  “Thanks,” she takes the rolled up dollar bill from Frank and snorts it through her nostril. “So Frank, your’e not doing this stuff all the time are you?”  “No, this is from new years.”  “Okay, still though, I mean I shouldn’t even be doing any of this shit.”  Frank reaches over and takes the bill from Vivian and snorts up a line.  “You know, this stuff just makes me depressed now anyway,” Frank says, “I am always looking for a rush but never feel anything.”  “Well that’ s a good sign,” Vivian lays down on Frank’s bed, the curtains are closed, the lights are off except a small desk lamp that lit Franks face, Frank sits down next to Vivian, “so I’m sorry I haven’t been around much really, I haven’t felt so great neatly,”  Frank says.  “Oh whatever, I have been busy anyway, been busy sleeping.”  “Ha, I hear ya, drinking and sleeping is all I ever do lately.”  “What are we going to do with ourselves?”  Vivian says and sighs.  “I don’t know, but I haven’t been wanting to care much anyway, shit’s too hard, I have given up.” “What, don’t say that, I know you still got some fight in you.” They both light up a smoke. “At least you haven’t really giving up completely yet Frank, you want to do something at least, that is something, you are just stuck right now.” Frank doesn’t want to hear the pep talk, “Vivian, you are right, but I’m not sure where my new beginning is.” Frank pulls a pillow behind his neck and puts a cigarette in his mouth, “Can you pull open the window for me?” He asks. Vivian spreads open the drapes and slides open the window, Frank lights up and takes a large drag.  Vivian asks is Frank has any weed, “I can get some from my room-mate.”  “Okay.”  Frank gets up and leaves the room, he sneaks out to the front room and takes some weed and the pipe off the coffee table.  “Life really is shit Frank, no, your right, I don’t know what I’m talking about looking forward, I can’t hold a job, I am miserable most days just trying to figure this shit out too.”  Vivian throws herself back on the bed, “pack a bowl, lets smoke.” Vivian has a stalker that is about to get released from jail and she is afraid he is going to come after her when he is released.  It is a man she dated for a month before he started getting violent, she ended the relationship and he went crazy.  He would call her constantly and text her constantly, he ended up following her around and snapping photos of her and texting them to her, really creeping her out.  She went to the police and they arrested him.  She struggles with trust issues.

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