Drifting conversations

STo our leaders,

Texting while you’re walking.

The tan man

I.

No face, no case, no trace, they hide our time, the days & nights we shined,

Q:

I am with my nine year old, Marcus, in Mytilini harbour

He does not know

Often I look back at my childhood and see the staples of what defined us

At approximately 11:50/11:55 pm on December 31st, 1999, I took the last puff of my last cigarette(so far). I had grown tired of smoking and the lungs would complain at me when I lay down to sleep at night, causing me to sit up for another half hour each night to let my lungs catch a full breath of air to be able to go to sleep .