he came to our party drunk already
he grabbed a guitar and joined our songs
singing blues and bashing chords

reality came knocking
the police
the landlord

he answered the door like a madman
screaming “i’ll kill who
ever it is!”

a struggle ensued
he screamed “wetback!
spic!”

at the mexican landlord
and
it was a drunk struggle

until the cops came and
we all ended up on the
street but the cops never saw the knife

well,
he’d pulled it on the landlord
before his girl got him to the car

he was still screaming
“i’ll kill you!
let go of me! you bitch!”

we decided, via telephone
to avoid the cops, we’d party
onward at another domicile

i believe, this was our first night
together (you and i),
and when we got there he was still mad

he shattered the glass door
of the apartment complex with
his knife

he ran off into the woods
after changing clothes in his
girl’s car

i told you how much i admired him
and you were so afraid when the cops
came to the second place, too

and here you are getting engaged
about to fuck for the first time
because you’re getting married

at 22
what a joke;
i still wish i was him that night