T$UNAMI

"Lara carries a Smith&Wesson Model 60 in her purse, even when she's not coming to visit me up in the Bronx. She stands about 5 feet tall and right now she's smoking a red on my balcony. Her hands shake spastically as she holds the cigarette between her fingers, I always wondered how she never drops them."Yo what the fuck Max, why were there cops at your house?" "Neighbors probably, I come home and there's all this blood and shit everywhere, I think I'm gonna kick Bobby out cause he doesn't know how to act. This isn't the first time he's done weird shit like this." Lara nods her head. "What the fuck are we supposed to do now? We can't bring all this shit to my house." "Whatever I'll call Lucas and have him take it back, it's his fault anyway." "What's he doing with crack rocks anyway?" "The fuck should I know?!" I spat onto the dirty sidewalk, shit hit some guys car and now he's cursing at me, what a douche. Lara grabs another cigarette from her little case, it's a nice little thing she found at this Russian antique spot in manhattan, a guilded box from the good old days of the U.S.S.R. Engraved on the case was the word "Tsunami" Also from the good old days. She's puffing on some loosey and yapping on about some stupid shit, and that douchebag is cursing me out in Spanish. The fucking smoke is reminding me of the way we were.I've known lara for a while now, she's a crazy bitch. The first time I met her, my friend Lucas had called me up and invited me to see the Basquiat exhibit at the brooklyn museum. We were gonna go to some stupid hip hop movie after, but Lara had some beef with these girls so instead we followed her around prospect park with these stupid girls, and they smoked weed and drank 40s, and I just stood around feeling awkward 'cause I was straightedge at the time.As long as I've known Lara it's been beef with one person or another; she's got this kind of pride and attitude that people just can't stand. I swear to god if I wasn't the apathetic, lazy bastard that I am, I probably would have done her in maaaaaaaaaaaaaad long ago. Our first encounter didn't leave me with any long lasting impression of her, but our second encounter, the dinner with my sister, Carolyn, left me in love with this crazy bitch who didn't know when to keep her mouth shut."-- from "I Miss You Baby" by Max Guy