Unloved pt2

I walked into a coffee shop to order Earl Grey. It was afternoon; I just smoked a joint, and I needed some soothing. My voice cracked on Earl; the tears flooded before I could say Grey. The barista came from behind the counter to give me the hug I was seeking from weed and tea.

I feel so alone right now.

This sounds so trivial, but I don’t have access to …