Waste is all around.  It hangs out with despair.  They are my good friends.  Like childhood buddies that I see from time to time but I know very well.  I can’t cruise with them in the way that I used to but I still love them for what they are.  Great teachers, old friends, reminders of where I have been, who I have been, and how I change.  I realize that they are always with me because they helped me grow.  I see that they are homies with Love, and a friend to Rage as well.

Thx friends.