Fragment, of a Possibility.

Never a frown

We leaned against the bathroom sink, with the fan on to blow away the 50-cent cigarette smoke while chugging the locally made Lowbrau bought for less than a Euro. I smeared him in gold face paint as he murmured:

‘…. As Buddhists, we’re enlightened creatures, we don’t judge.”

I held his head as he threw up in the toilet then I kissed him hard.